It was nothing short of a miracle how easily Mr Grey was able to see through his mate's little trap. Her attack was a solid offense, but it meant throwing all her cards on the table, without a counter attack or a defense mechanism.
"Well? Are you afraid of being seen with me in public mate?." Tysion probed, hitting at a weak spot. Karla bit her lower lip in frustration, and shot him a hard glare.
{If I say that am not ashamed, then I'll appear promiscuous and he'll think am after his money solely and the fame that follows.} Karla pondered, spitting cusses at him inwardly.
"You didn't answer my question Mr Grey, it's just breakfast after all, does it matter so much to you?. Or is this more than just a simple breakfast?." Karla countered, using up her last ounce of offense.
