Noelia

“Undue influence.” He frowns. “Oh, now you’re being obtuse.” He laughs. “Obtuse? Me? God, you’re challenging. Drink up, let’s talk about these limits.” He fishes out another copy of my email and the list. Does he wander about with these lists in his pockets? I think there’s one in his jacket that I have. Shit, I’d better not forget that. I drain my cup. He glances quickly at me. “More?” “Please.” He smiles that oh-so-smug-private smile of his, holds the champagne bottle up, and pauses. “Have you eaten anything?” Oh no… not this old chestnut. “Yes. I had a three course meal with Ray.” I roll my eyes at him. The champagne is making me bold. He leans forward and holds my chin, staring intently into my eyes.”
― Anonymous