Based on true story

Zander's hand slowly raises.

He cups my cheek as his tender gaze pierces through mine. It tickles in my stomach. I have no clue what kind of feeling I am having. To assume this is the feeling of butterflies in stomach, I am not even in love with this man. We are in fake relationship for contract.

So, why am I... why do I... "Would you like to continue this conversation with some wine, my love?" The question echoes, pulling me back to reality. Hm. Doesn't sound bad. In view of the fact that I wish to know about him more, his suggestion appears great.

"Can you wait for thirty minutes? I have to bathe. Only after changing, I can arrange the wine and something to enjoy along" Standing up from the lounge, I proclaim. "Love, my job is to take care of you. I can do all the things while you bathe" Zander flashes a beam.