"I can't tell you how bewitchingly beautiful you're looking this evening."

Candlelight glinted on the silver bucket that stood on the polished table. Kendall's lips felt so moist as he spoke, he licked them.

"Why, thank you, Kendall. I knew you were bound to come to your senses eventually."

He had. It had only been a matter of time. Time to draw his nose out of the exotically scented shoulder beneath it. Time to set the champagne bottle back in the bucket with a ...