Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
So, no hanky panky. Leave it to the twins to convince me otherwise sometime—but I’d consider my mile high club badge earned already and call it a day. Turbulence during climax had been an exciting but entirely unnerving experience, lemme tell ya.
But back to Dubai! Oh my God, this city! It was my first time here. In all my crisscrossing the world while being a publicist for Destiny and Mikayla, we’d always somehow passed over Dubai. The closest I’d been was Cairo.
And that was… nothing like this.
I’d never seen anything like this, to be honest. I clutched Milo’s hand as we navigated down a beautifully tiled sidewalk, buildings lit up to the sky on either side of us. Janus was in front of us leading, while Leander flanked behind.
There was a Michelin star restaurant within walking distance of the hotel. The boys thought Leander should be unknown enough here, in spite of the little incident on the plane. The brunette had been British, anyway. Even Milo agreed that with a little disguise, walking around on the street should be safe enough. If you could call hats and sunglasses disguises. Janus did put on a fake mustache too. More because I think he got a kick out of the damn thing, but it did help them look a little less like twins. It was their identical build that was impossible to disguise, though.
According to Leander, what was life without a little thrill?
As we walked the gorgeous streets of Dubai, every part of the city looking like the richest and most expensive part of any big, metropolitan city, I could only look around open-mouthed.
“This place is insane,” I said, gaping up at the neon lights and buildings that made the night look like day. We’d just passed out of sight of the sea with its turquoise waters, lapping almost at the edge of the monstrously tall buildings, it seemed. We’d stopped to watch the sun set. It was impossibly beautiful. The buildings appeared to simply sprout out of nowhere between the desert and the sea. Really, it seemed an impossible place all around, for a thousand reasons.
“Welcome to the city that truly never sleeps,” Janus said with a grin.
Even Leander smirked, and he usually only liked being out of the house if he was hurling himself off something high and terrifying or racing at inhuman speeds.
Oh dear, what had I just gotten myself into, accepting a night out on the town with them?
Especially when we hadn’t even slept yet? I mean sure, we’d all gotten a few hours here and there on the seven-hour flight from London.
It was ten o clock by the time we’d gotten checked in at the hotel, and apparently that was when nightlife in Dubai started.
And here we were. And to be honest, I was starving. The spiced bean curd and peppers had been delicious, just a too-small, fancy little first class airplane portion.
So yeah, I could eat. In fact, I was in the mood for dessert. Like, all I wanted to do was stick my face in the dessert tray—I was getting that kinda hungry.
“Where exactly is this amazing restaurant supposed to be?” I asked, looking around.
“Hold on,” Janus said, pausing in front of us and looking down at his phone. “I swear it’s supposed to be, like…” A furrow deepened in his brow as he frowned at the little screen. “Dammit, we were just on top of it, but now we passed it by or something?” He swung his head around to look back towards the corner we’d just passed. “Did you see a sign that said, well, dammit, now I can’t find it—” He was fumbling with his phone, thumbing between apps.
Milo swore. “You said you knew where this place was. You said you’d been there before.”
“We have, we have,” Janus said. “It’s just been a while.”
“Give me the phone,” Leander said, reaching past me and Milo to yank the phone out of his brother’s hand.
“Hey—” Janus protested but the phone was already gone.
“It’s right up ahead,” Leander said after a quick glance at the phone. He shook his head like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Across the street.”
Janus shook his head. “It’s not. I looked.”
“Diagonally. There.” Leander pointed.
“Fine.” Janus said. Sounding annoyed. Glaring at his brother.
“Yay, we found it.” I wanted to put my arms around them both to soothe any friction, but that would likely only draw unwanted notice to us. Instead, Milo broke the tension by grabbing my hand again and hauling me across one street after the walk light turned, and then the next. Leander jogged after us, then Janus, too.
There it was. Torno Subito.
One of the best Italian places in the world outside of Italy, smack dab in the middle of a desert. Because the best chefs from around the world came to this oasis to cater to the rich and famous. And as we passed through the glass doors into the brightly lit, colorful open space, a sign hung that said, Eating is Emotion.