“Sit down on the floor.”
She did so, resting on one buttock, tucking her legs up under her, leaning on one arm, half turned towards him, half to the fire. It felt warm on her skin. Her n****e burned slightly.
“Would you like a drink? A glass of wine perhaps?”
“Yes please,” she answered promptly.
He went and pressed the buzzer on his desk. William appeared almost instantly, popping his head round the door like a jack-in-the-box, Sophie thought.
“A glass of wine for Sophie,” Alex ordered.
William returned in a couple of minutes with the wine. He set it down by the fire, his sleeve brushing against Sophie’s breast as he did so. Was it deliberate? The wine glowed red in the firelight. She reached out and raised it to her lips. It was delicious, a full strength burgundy, she judged.
“Dri
