It's hard to pinpoint what's different, but I just don't find it as interesting as before.
Could it be because I'm getting old? Jesse Rowan doesn't want to admit that.
He's in the prime of his life, after all.
Oh, maybe it's because I've been too tired lately. When people get tired, they just lose interest in matters of the sexes.
Jesse Rowan thinks this reasoning is plausible.
"Mr. Rowan, what kind of woman do you like, then? Innocent? Sexy? The girl-next-door or the femme fatale?" the lady asked seductively. Even if such a wealthy man didn't fancy her, she could introduce him to her friends.
Besides, her boss said Mr. Rowan is extremely generous and never stingy with women.
She and her friends could certainly share the wealth.
"I don't have a fixed type that I like," Jesse Rowan stroked his chin, "Being pretty is good enough."
"Then why can't it be me, am I not pretty?" the lady pouted.
