A pang of disappointment hit her in the gut, unreasonably so. She'd been grappling with the idea of seeing a man she could scarcely be seen with in public, one with whom a serious relationship would always take a back seat to a sham marriage and public persona, but it still didn't kill the allure of playing with fire anyway. They were still deep in the honeymoon stage of a new relationship and the rush of emotions had certainly gone to her head.<br/><br/>Even if they couldn't sneak a visit disguised as business in together over midday, the prospect of dinner was thrilling enough. Any occasion they had to dress up was one that almost always ended well. She glanced up from her phone and the sheepish gazer across the room shot her a quick, embarrassed smile - caught again. She quickly returned it, her face strangely flushed, and pecked out another covertly flirtatious text.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Looking forward to it, sir.</span>