His statement.."I do not pay for sex." , had her smiling.

She looked at this very principled man and wondered if he knew what it meant to be happy.
Cold steel blue eyes. Very little about him out of place. He made her feel uncomfortable and that said a lot.
She decided to rather take the lead from him and see where the eve would go.
Hands.
Teeth.
Body....extremely well looked after.

Money spoke.

She spoke very little, didn't even try to "impress" him with anything about herself.

Eventually his shoulders dropped a tad or two and she thought she saw a glimmer in his eyes....he SAW her!...and he sat back and said...."and what about u?"

"Aaaahhhhh...not much really. Just loving the foooood."

He smiled. His shoulders dropped even more.

The person behind the wealth was beginning to emerge.

Just.

He walked her to her car, his hand in the small of her back, pecked her on her cheek and said

"Thank u."

"Thank u too." She responded with a genuine soft smile.

And sitting in her car, turning the key, she inhaled a deep breath and sunk into the seat.

Shoo...she was drained.

Ping! ....message on her phone.

"May I treat you to a proper dinner date? Please. "

She read it but, didn't respond.

She had to think about this one. It was just too heavy for her .

Perfection was never her thing, even though she always worked toward it.

"Let us chat tomorrow....thank u for the invite. "

She knew he understood...such wealth came with extreme know-how and intelligence...she gaged that in all he had said.

Who knows...he might ask her again...and mean it.

RB.