Chapter 4: The Question
After I finished the food and sipped on the wine, Ryes was signaling for check and I was about to pay for my half of the meal before Ryes stopped me. “Allow me, Tammy. It was my idea to have an early dinner with you,” he said before he was paying with his platinum credit card. Talking about showing wealth right now. But he was not dressed formally or wearing the expensive suit that other gentlemen would love to adorn. No, Ryes was wearing his khaki pants and a polo shirt. Just a regular man on the sunny side of the beach. “What are you looking at?” He asked me when he caught me staring at him. I was blushing before I was casting my eyes down from his face. He was smirking before I heard that he was mumbling in German, which not helping when I was fluent in it. “You are such an innocent,
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