Book 4: Thirty five

Michael entered the restaurant where he hoped to see Sasha according to her text message. He scanned the room and saw her sitting and sipping a glass of what appeared to be Robert Mondavi, he smiled and walked up to her. “Excuse me ma’am, can I join you?”

She glanced up at him and smiled, “I’m sorry but I’m waiting for someone.”

“Is that so, could it be your husband?”

“No, just some douche-bag that wants to have lunch with me,” she grinned.

Michael placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. “I’m sure if you give him time that you will discover that he is not a douche-bag.”

“Oh really, you must be a Good Samaritan if you are speaking well of him without even knowing him,” she placed her hand under her chin and stared up at him, a smile playing on her lips.

Michael couldn’t help but notice how angelic she looked in her casual white top and blue jeans, her platinum wavy hair was falling down her shoulders like waterfall and he was gripped by the urge to lean down and kiss her, but instea