Zachary kept stealing nces at Cami as he was arranging the shopping bags in the boot of his R8 GT. He was used to always being the sponsor in all the rtionships of his past life. It had, thus,e as a shock to him that Cami was willing to spend over 120,000 NOK on him. She sure was strange.


    ''Do I really look shabby in my tracksuits?'' He wondered whether that was what hadpelled her to purchase the clothes for him. He stole a few more nces at Cami as he continued cing the bags in the boot.


    "Is there something on my face?" Cami asked after noticing his weird behavior.


    "I''m just admiring your beauty," Zachary said, sighing and closing the boot. He''d finally finished arranging all the shopping bags in the vehicle. "Am I not allowed to do that?"


    Cami chuckled, stepping towards him. "Let''s go for dinner," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "After that, you can admire me all you want." She said in a sensual voice that tickled at Zachary''s senses before stepping back.


    Zachary could only let loose a deep sigh as he admired her from his vantage point at arm''s reach. The corners of her full lips had just curled up into a megawatt, no a gigawatt of a smile that entuated her beauty under the rays of the setting sun. In her flowing cashmere summer dress, which matched the green in her eyes, she looked otherworldly. Zachary was starting to believe she was the most astonishing girl he had ever met in both his lives.


    "Let''s head to dinner," he said after a short while, letting out a breath. He then opened the passenger door of the R8 GT for her. He''d decided to put all the etiquette he''d learned watching James Bond movies into practice.


    Cami chuckled, beaming. "Thank you," she said as she stepped into the vehicle with grace.


    But just then, Zachary''s sharp ears seemed to pick up the snapping sound of a camera shutter. He quickly looked around, frowning. But he didn''t see anyone with a camera nearby. All the people in the City Syd parking lot were busy doing their own things. They weren''t giving him any second nces since a good fraction of his face was covered by the visor of his cap. He concluded that his ears had heard wrong, and he was worrying over nothing.


    "Is anything the matter?" Cami asked from the front seat of the R8 GT.


    "It''s probably nothing," Zachary replied, taking one final nce around. "Let''s go have dinner." He got into the driver''s seat and steered the vehicle out of the parking lot.


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    An hourter, the two of them were already seated in the cozy restaurant of the Scandic Nidelven Hotel, enjoying a sumptuous French dinner.


    Cami was having a wonderful time listening to Zachary''s narration of Rosenborg''s match in Belfast — while asionally admiring the reflection of the moon on the waters of the Nidelven River through the window. The food was delicious, the ambiance of the ce exquisite, and thepany the best she''d had in a long time. It was a perfect evening, and she hoped it could end even better.


    "So, I''ve always wanted to ask but never gotten the perfect opportunity," she heard Zachary say, his voice wavering.


    "Go on and ask," Cami said, shing him an encouraging smile.


    "Where exactly are you from?" He asked, looking up at her face. "Is it Russia?"


    "Oh my, God, no," Cami replied, suppressing a chuckle. She was d Zachary had finally started asking her some more personal questions. "What gave you the impression that I''m from Russia?"


    "Your ent. It''s unique."


    "I get that often," Cami said, sighing. "But I''m not Russian. My mother tongue is not even Russian but the Czechnguage. It''s quite different from Russian."


    "Oh," Zachary said after sipping on his juice. "So, you''re from the Czech Republic then?"


    "Yes and no," she replied, ncing at him from across the table. "My mom is from Prague. So, I spent my early years there with her. That''s the reason for my ent. But Iter moved to Germany to live with my dad during my teenage years. So, I''m both a citizen of Germany and the Czech Republic."


    "Oh," Zachary said, smiling. "I really believed you were Russian. But then, that still leaves the mystery; howe you''re working here in Norway now?"


    "That''s because Audi posted me here in Norway," she replied matter-of-factly. "I''ve actually been in Trondheim for only about a year and a half. Is there anything else that you would like to know about me? Just go ahead and ask." She gave him an encouraging smile.


    Zachary then went ahead and asked her about her career. She replied honestly, telling him she had previously worked as a model while still in school, long before joining the marketing team of Audi. She exined why she''d abandoned her modeling career, citing the pressure from her family.


    The minutes passed by quickly since she was doing the narrating, and soon it was time to head home. Zachary, of course, covered the bill, and a few minutester, they were well on their way to Cami''s apartment in Lade.


    "Thanks for the wonderful time, Zachary," she said after he''d pulled up in the parking space in front of her apartment building. "I really enjoyed the evening."


    "I''m d you enjoyed it," Zachary replied, smiling at her.


    "Do you want toe up and have a coffee?" She said, inclining her head and looking into his eyes. "It''s not yet even eight in the night. So, we still have a lot of time on our hands."


    "Oh, okay," he said, nodding solemnly and stepping out of the car. "Let''s go up and have that coffee."


    "Great."


    But they ended up having a different version of coffee.


    As soon as they''d stepped through the entrance of her apartment, Zachary grabbed her and started kissing her. The next instant, they were falling all over each other, knocking over the furniture in her living room. A few minutester, Cami found herself drowning in an endless, gratifying tunnel of ecstasy. She was without a care for the world as they explored each other''s limits until shey limp in his arms.


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