You look exquisite,” I murmured.
Erin’s eyes fluttered at the compliment. “Thank you. You look incredible too.”
I grew a bit warm as her eyes roved over my body. Attempting to delay the lust that was already starting to seep through my veins, I gestured for her to have a seat.
“Drink?” I asked, heading for the bar cart.
Erin scanned the bottles on the cart. “That bourbon looks good.”
I smiled at her. “It is,” I said, pouring us each two fingers.
I join her on the couch, sitting close enough that our thighs touch, and hand her a glass. We smile at each other as we clink our glasses together and sip.
The bourbon seems to relax her a little. “Thanks,” Erin murmured. “I needed that.”
“Oh?”
She looked a little sheepish. “I’m nervous,” she admitted. “This is all so new to me.”
“That’s
