"Oh? That's not free, you know," Riley teased, his tone dripping with smug amusement.
Veronica chuckled, appreciating his quick wit, and rewarded him with a warm laugh.
Her cheeks flushed a soft rosy hue, and it was clear that the single glass had hit her hard.
The slight tipsiness only enhanced her beauty, drawing audible gulps from the crowd.
Even Riley found himself staring.
Veronica wiped a stray drop of wine from the corner of her lips with a slow, pink tongue.
The room seemed to hold its breath.
Every man's heart skipped a beat, and desire hung thick in the air.
In that moment, Veronica was a goddess incarnate, destined to haunt their dreams tonight.
"It's my husband. You remind me of him," Veronica finally confessed, her voice soft but steady.
Riley nodded thoughtfully, reaching for the bottle to refill her glass, but she placed her hand over the rim, stopping him.
