Chapter 11

Destiny spun graciously to face him. "Who did you say you are waiting for again?"

"Someone worth spending my time on."

"Well," Destiny stretched her hand towards him. He got the hint and stood on his feet.

"Wilhelm Grey."

"Destiny Blackmore. Am I worth your time?"

" Of course, Pleasure meeting you. Have a seat." He gestured to the seat in front of him.

Destiny sat. Okay. So it's official. She's doing this with him.

He raised his gaze towards a waiter. He nodded and after a minute, he was by the table with water and a bottle of champagne.

"Which one do you think we start with, Destiny?"

She couldn't help noticing how nice it feels when he mentions her name instead of the 'Tiny' he normally says. She hoped that this little pretense would go on well without anyone having to rip each other's throat out.

"I’m okay with just water." Picking the bottled water, she poured some for herself. The last thing