I Was Publicly Shamed Over a Spilled Glass of Wine—Until a Billionaire Stood Up and Said My Name

black-eyed Susans, exactly like the ones he used to bring me in college. The sight of them made tears spring immediately to my eyes.

“Hello, Elizabeth,” he said softly, his voice uncertain. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by unannounced. After the other night, I couldn’t stay away anymore.”

“Otto,” I whispered, glancing nervously toward the kitchen continue reading …