With a hollow clink, Damien set the empty bottle of vintage Cabernet down on the glass coffee table.
They had decimated the pasta, the wine, and any lingering shreds of their sobriety.
Aria pushed herself up off Damien's lap. She swayed on her feet for a second, the warm buzz of the alcohol washing over her brain.
Aria grabbed the empty wine bottle by the neck, using it as a makeshift microphone. "Testing, testing. Is this thing on?" she tapped the glass.
"Watch and learn, Mr. Sinclair," Aria announced, her words slurring just the tiniest bit as she pointed the bottle at him. "I am about to show you why I am a certified seduction expert."
Damien leaned back against the plush hotel sofa. His bespoke suit jacket and tie were long gone, his white dress shirt completely unbuttoned to his navel.
A goofy, boyish grin spread across his face. "I'm watching, expert. Dazzle me."
