Dream Date With the Millionaire
“Nice hips. But the clothes…She looked like a kid who’d dressed with her eyes closed or a coed slumming in her boyfriend’s clothes.Obviously she didn’t care what kind of impression she made on him.He could find her confidence attractive.Or insulting.“What will you have?” she asked, standing in line to order.“Two shots Americano.”She pushed her sunglasses on top of her head to read the menu. “Breakfast?”“No, thanks.”She turned her head. “Sure?”He stared into her sparkling blue eyes and suddenly wasn’t sure about anything. Where had those beauties come from? “I’m not hungry.”She stepped up to the counter to order. “A two shot Americano, a white mocha and one lemon-poppy seed waffle.”Bryce pulled out his wallet as the barista, a young man with pierced ears and a tattoo on his forearm, pulled the shots.Sanfrandani handed the bright-eyed girl behind the counter a twenty. “My treat, remember.”Confident, he thought again. And it was attractive.“You pay,”
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