"Sounds great." Imogen beamed at him, as the waiter poured some into a glass held it out to Ethan.
He accepted the sample, taking a moment to savor it, rolling the liquid around his tongue. Then he nodded for the man to pour into Imogen's glass.
She took a sip and sighed in pleasure.
"Mmm, nice and dry," she gave him a coy look, and the tip of her tongue peaked out to lick a stray droplet of wine off her lips. "You have an excellent taste in wine, Ethan."
"I have an uncle in the business. He liked to bore us with talk about wines making and quality."
"Well, you must have picked up a thing or two." She held up her glass in toast. "To a successful business deal."
He held up his own glass, clinking it with hers. "And to furthering our acquaintance."
Her eyes lit up at the veiled meanin
