is not short by club standards, one could define this dress as provocative. She puts her right leg out, admiring the definition of her thighs. As an avid snowboarder, the 21-year old’s legs have always been the best part of her body. She loves the fact that the dress also somewhat conceals her middle, which she despises as being a little too wide for her frame. Overall, Karin thinks she could kinda look like the sort of girl would who be seen with a billionaire.
Karin walks out of the bedroom and makes her way towards Ryan’s master suite. The doors to the master suite suddenly open. Out walks Ryan in a suit. Karin just stops and stares at him. The normally casual tech company bad boy is always seen in jeans and a pullover shirt. She stares at Ryan as he walks towards her with his dark suit and confident swagger. She is turned on.
Ryan looks his future wife up and down. “I like the way that dress looks on you.”
“Thanks. You really know women’s fashion.”
“Oh, I just picked out the sexiest black dress from the Prada catalogue.”
“Thanks. Well, you don’t look so bad yourself,” Karin responds in her attempt to understate how hot she finds Ryan.
“Thanks. I like putting on a suit in New York. Are you ready for some dinner?”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
The couple makes their way out of the town home and takes the Bentley to Daniel’s just a few blocks away. They walk into the upscale Upper East Side establishment as though they are on a first date. The maitre d’ looks up from his appointment book and just stares at Ryan for a moment. He is speechless. “Mr. Wilde. Welcome to Daniel. This way please,” the maitre d’ tells the couple.
As the two walk into the dining room, heads begin to turn. Karin can hear the muffled conversations come to a stop. She notices that everyone in the room is looking in their direction. She becomes self-conscious. For a moment, she is wondering if there is something wrong with her dress. Then Karin realizes that everyone is staring at Ryan.
The couple is seated in the center of the dining room. The “power table” at Daniel. Karin feels as though she is on display. People continue to stare. Ryan appears aloof at the attention. It is only when Karin points out all the turned heads that Ryan looks around and acknowledges the diners with a slight nod. The wealthy patrons appear to be returning the nod as though satisfied that Ryan Wilde “recognized them.”
“They were staring right at you as soon as you walked into the restaurant,” Karin points out.
“Yeah. I get that all the time. I guess I am used to it. I hope you can get used to it.”
Karin giggles. “I’ll try.”
Ryan suggests to Karin that they try to Chef’s tasting menu. As a girl from a middle-class background, she has no idea what a “tasting menu” consists of but she is game to try anything that her future husband suggests.
“I like the tasting menu because you get a little bit of everything. It’s like a little surprise coming to your table every few minutes.”
The young intern begins to sample foods that have never touched her tongue before. She feels a rush of exhilaration as each dish is presented to her. Ryan casually enjoys his meal as though this were an everyday occurrence. Karin carefully savors each bite as though it were her last meal.
When the dessert arrives, Karin feels as though she has to say something. Between the flight on the private jet, the dress, dinner and all of the acts of generosity, the young intern believes that some show of appreciation is warranted. “Thank you, Ryan.”
“What? The dinner? It’s not big deal. I’m glad you liked it.”
“No. No. For everything. I feel as though I’ve been, I don’t know, transported to this world where I’m being spoiled at every turn.”
Ryan leans in. “No. I need to thank you.”
Karin leans back on her chair. She can’t really comprehend what Ryan is saying to her. “Why would you thank