Jackson paced his living room, phone pressed to his ear. "No, that won't work. I need something unique, something that'll blow her mind."
He'd spent three days planning this date with Natalia, rejecting one idea after another. Nothing seemed special enough.
"Sir," the concierge on the other end sighed, "we've gone through every restaurant in the city."
"Restaurants are boring. Everyone does restaurants." Jackson ran a hand through his hair. "I need something memorable."
"Perhaps a helicopter tour? We could arrange—"
"Too cliché."
The concierge's patience was clearly wearing thin. "With all due respect, sir, you've rejected every suggestion. Maybe you could tell me what you're looking for?"
Jackson stopped pacing. "That's just it—I don't know. She's not like other women. She's sophis
