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He organized for their parcels to be sent to a nearby hotel where he’d called ahead for a room. He asked her if she wanted to rest or if he could take her to dinner. She wrapped her arm around him, sighing happily.

“I’ve never had such a handsome man ask me out to dinner before. How can I refuse?”

He chose a small restaurant. One with a very relaxed and quiet atmosphere. All the tables were made of old wood, hand-carved with filigrees of leaves and birds. The candlestick holders were real silver, the tablecloths made of silk.

“How did you find this place?” Stormy asked, looking around in wonder.

“Oh, I used to know the owner many years ago,” he said casually. “I know that it only caters to the very rich, and everything is the best money can buy.”

Actually, the owner used to run a blac