9
Sienna had never felt so out of place in her entire life, yet something compelled her to stay. Once they were seated at the table, she gulped more of her wine. Even though she knew this vintage was one that should be sipped and savored, she needed some serious inhibition lowering.
“You seem uncomfortable,” Mr. Sexy noticed.
She nodded. “I think maybe I need to switch to a stronger drink.”
It was obvious by his scrunched nose that her tablemate didn’t agree. “Mmm… If you should decide to partake in any… activities tonight, you don’t want to be drunk.”
“Oh, I don’t… I’m not…” She was at an uncharacteristic loss for words. Deciding to just repeat his word choice, she said, “I won’t be partaking in any activities.”
“As you wish,” he said simply, as if it truly made no difference to him
