Chapter Five
I sense her before I see her, a tingle of awareness racing down my spine. I look up from my châteaubriand, keeping my face neutral. She looks every bit as lovely as earlier, only now, from my seated position, I can fully appreciate the way the black lace hugs her curves. It’s a simple dress, almost modest with its high neckline and barely capped sleeves, but the way she wears it is anything but modest. She screams s*x appeal. My c**k stirs as awareness rips through my body.
She gives me a sardonic half-smile and trails a finger along the linen tablecloth. “I think you’ll find the ’98 Rothschild Pauillac would be a better match.” She tips her head at my tumbler of Van Winkle.
So that’s her opening move? A dozen responses fly into my head. Everything from Would you care to jo
