blind · ceo · rich · gentleman · english · sweet · rude · tall · blind date · romance
The restaurant murmured with subdued conversation and the soft chime of crystal. In a corner, bathed in the wavering light of a single candle, a man sat perfectly still. His tailored suit and austere posture were an island of severity amid the warm, convivial hum. Julian Sterling's unseeing blue eyes were fixed on nothing, the scar over the left one a stark silver line in the amber glow. His fingers tapped a slow, impatient rhythm on the tablecloth. Then came footsteps, measured and close, and the scrape of the opposite chair being drawn out. He heard the rustle of clothing as someone sat down. His jaw tightened. 'You're late,' he stated, his voice flat as he turned his head toward the sound of you. 'And this had better not be another futile exercise.' He waited, the silence between them…