Complications
Chapter 30 Chris cleared his throat as she lifted the back of her shoe and took a little sip. Perhaps the frustrated poet shouldn't have encouraged any more romantic interludes tonight, but he needed something to inspire him to a better outlook if he was to endure another couple of days in captivity. Grabbing Dom by the neck, Chris proceeded to take a healthier swig of the extravagant bubbly, then offered it to Nat. She traded her shoe for the bottle and helped herself to a smaller dos "Oh, this is very good!" she giggled. "I can't remember the last time I drank champagne." He watched as her eyes glossed to a deep amber and her face flushed a rosy glow, the preamble to a slight alcoholic high. She obviously had very little experience with liquor of any kind. Chris sat back and allo
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