"Why not?" he asked " you are a beautiful woman, and now, other than you what have I to spend my money on, In 10 years no one has given me the joy I've had in a single night. I can't think of a better reason, or a better person to spend it on." He said. He offered her his arm and lead her out of the suite down the elevator and through the lobby. All eyes seemed to gravitae toward her smiling. They got into the waiting car , and the same heavy set oriental was driving.
They were whisked away to a fine restaurant. The Matre' de greeted Tom by name, and showed them to a table overlooking the ocean on one side and a softly burning fireplace on the other. Pure white linens and expensive crystal topped the table, and a bottle of french wine sat chilling in a bucket. The waiter seated her and Robert sat down, tasted the wine for the waiter, and then they were each served a glass. The menu before her had an unbelievable selection of fine meats, fishes and poultry, as well as french cuisine and pastries. One thing it did not have was prices. "You are a vision" Robert said as he took her hand in his.