Chapter 89

Vanessa shot him a not-so-friendly look. "You knew I didn't want to eat with you, so why force it?" "Because I like you," Zachary grinned, leaning on the table and casually grabbing a bouquet from the side. "You're the first woman who saw my face and didn't swoon. The first to turn down dinner with me. Actually, the first who doesn't seem into me at all. That's why I like you." He handed her the bouquet. "Here, for you. Like it?" Zachary really went all out-black roses, seriously? You hardly ever see those. Supposedly super rare, imported and all. Vanessa was still a woman, after all-hard to resist something that pretty. She took the flowers, looked at them curiously for a sec, then remembered what this dinner was really about. She set them in a vase nearby, straight-faced. "Alright then, let's just eat." "Sure thing." Zachary snapped his fingers, and right on cue, waiters started bringing in a stream of dishes he'd pre-ordered. He probably figured she wouldn't be cooperative, so he di