Deceased?

"Don't you think that's too much to ask on the first day of a blind date? It's preferable to query me if things eventually work out between us," Jude stood up, hurrying his steps out of the restaurant to its parking space.

He halted near his car, snatched his phone out of his breast pocket, and aggressively punctured the tip of his fingers on the device to call his chauffeur, but Beatrice seductively strode to his front and placed her hand on his. She gently shoved her elbow to press her breast up while batting her lashes like a slut on a task to lure her client.

She dared to stare at him in his eyes and mewled like a horny cat, "I messaged my chauffeur to drive behind us not to stress you from the burden of how to send me back," She tilted her jaws towards the limousine neatly parked at the other side of the parking lot.

"You look good tonight, Mr. Jude. I hope to go on more casual dates with you" She rubs her fingers on his long manicured ones before turning around to leave.