Summer rolled her eyes at him. “Date, remember? Easy there, boyo. I don’t think champagne would be good for my hair.” She turned around so he could get a good look at the auburn wealth spilling down to her knees.
“Clearly you do not know me at all. Does the term eccentric millionaire sounds familiar to you? I’m not the type of going for dinner or walking in the park… give me a better plan, then.”
“Oh, the swimming sounds fine, just … in actual water.” She laughed at him. “You have no idea how to actually date a woman, do you?”