Madeline picked up another drink.

Sebastian’s voice cut in abruptly, "Here to restock the bar, are you?"

Madeline blinked, puzzled, and glanced at him.

Resting one elbow on the armrest of the sofa, his chin propped against his hand, he gazed at her. The warm lighting of the private room spilled into his almond-shaped eyes, casting an illusion of tenderness and intimacy.

"That’s your third one," he ...