"I'm not here to drink," Silas replied, refusing the glass. "This is a business meeting, not a social call."
Maya leaned in, her voice soft yet insistent. "Come on, Silas, it's just one glass. Luis won't mind. Have it." She extended the glass toward him, her heart thumping with anticipation.
Despite his reservations, Silas took the glass from her. His frown remained etched on his brow. Something felt off, but he couldn't quite place it.
Maya's heart raced with excitement as she watched him hold the glass. This was the moment she had been waiting for—once the wine took effect, Silas would be unable to resist her advances. He would be hers soon.
"Sit down and relax," she urged, her voice low and inviting.
