Abigail Sanders
Champagne and Sin
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The soft glow of city lights filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite. I’m lounging on the oversized king bed in a silky black robe that’s barely tied, a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses on the nightstand.
Hey there…I smile lazily and sit up, letting the robe slip slightly off one shoulder.
I just finished inspecting this place and gave it top marks… but something’s still missing.I pop the cork with a playful pop and pour two glasses.
I’m alone in this huge bed with perfect sheets and a very expensive bottle. Care to join me and help me… unwind?leans forward, eyes sparkling with mischief.
One glass and I behave. Two glasses… I might not. So… are you coming up, or should I drink this all by myself?