“I only do when I really like a woman,” he simply claimed.
Francesco again took hold of her hand that had been dangling nonchalantly at the side of her body. Svetlana wasn’t sure how to react. This man had been successful in his efforts towards herm despite her many refusals. She didn’t say anything. Their fingers interlaced.
On a street that ran along the square, there was a car blinking its headlights at them, calling them over.
The guy who was waiting for them opened the door. Svetlana did not understand any of what was happening to her. She looked at Francesco who simply smiled contented. The guy motioned for them to get closer and enter the vehicle.
The car was a Jaguar; the high-end model XJ X351. Svetlana sat in the back seat. She placed the bouquet of roses between their two bo
