Chapter 42 - Layla Prime

Layla POV

I exit the car, and the doorman opens the door for me. I step inside, and the hostess smiles at me. “Welcome to Al Fiori,” she says with a bright smile. God, I wish I had her smile and bright white teeth all lined up perfectly straight.

“Hi, I am here to meet someone,” I say, and she smiles, waiting for me to continue, but I don’t even know who to look for. “Sorry, this is stupid,” I say, turning around on my heels, but I feel a hand on my arm stopping me.

“Layla?” I hear, and the soft grip disappears, and I turn to find a tall Greek God-type man smiling at me.

“Hi,” I say, trying to sound confident, and he smiles at the hostess guiding me to the table. His hand rests just on my lower back, barely touching me, but it still feels wrong. That’s where Richard touches me when he walks with me. James’s