My Dutch Billionaire 2
“Her bike was a black classic, old but well maintained, and a custom-designed pink-ribbon mask wrapped around the bike’s stem was the only clue to its owner’s feminine tastes. Straightening when she was done, she ran her fingers over the handlebars and gave the seat a pat. “Ready for a run, Femke?” She closed her eyes and could almost imagine her bike nodding and humming serenely while waiting for her to get on.
A smile played on Serenity’s lips at the fanciful direction her thoughts had taken,... but even so, she found herself nodding back as she straddled the seat and placed her foot on the pedal.
And then she was off.
Amsterdam in the beginning of winter was almost poignantly beautiful, especially in the early mornings. With the trees bare of leaves, they painted thin black lines on the pale orange skies that made one tempted to trace them.
Her favorite route started with a slow, leisurely pass by the canals, the early hours of the day ensuring that the roads weren’t crowded.MoreLess
A smile played on Serenity’s lips at the fanciful direction her thoughts had taken,... but even so, she found herself nodding back as she straddled the seat and placed her foot on the pedal.
And then she was off.
Amsterdam in the beginning of winter was almost poignantly beautiful, especially in the early mornings. With the trees bare of leaves, they painted thin black lines on the pale orange skies that made one tempted to trace them.
Her favorite route started with a slow, leisurely pass by the canals, the early hours of the day ensuring that the roads weren’t crowded.MoreLess
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