Blinded Love
She actually appreciated the deep, earthy undertones, completely forgetting to act like Kendra.
Behind his dark lenses, Damien’s eyes narrowed. He knew Kendra hated Cabernet.
"You aren't complaining," Damien remarked, taking a slow sip of his own. "I expected a lecture about the temperature, or perhaps a demand for something sparkling. My files were very specific about your... let's say, particular tastes."
Avery forced a tight, artificial laugh, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was already slipping up. "I... I decided to expand my palate tonight. A new life deserves new tastes, don't you think? You can't trust everything written on paper, Damien."