"Another drink, my friend?" Leonel, a member of Kevin's law firm, asks me, and I nod. "Champagne or whiskey?"
"Whiskey, please."
Leonel orders two glasses of whiskey from the waiter, who promptly goes to fetch them.
I'm seated with several members of the law firm, whom I know, and the one next to me, who offered me the drink, works for me. But no one knows that.
The waiter returns with both drinks, placing them on the table. I take mine in hand and bring it to my lips, watching her from my seat. In truth, I haven't taken my eyes off her for a single damn second. My gaze is fixed on her like a hawk ready to strike.
I loved seeing her face when I said I enjoyed the view. She paled; I saw the terror in her eyes, the nervousness, but I chose to leave her be. With those words, I made it cl
