Page 71 of Beneath the Flames
Knowing exactly where she was headed, Brie enteredthe stylishly modern lounge and walked up to the marble-topped bar. Taking a seat, she smiled at the bartender who was handing drinks to a couple sitting farther down at the bar. He did a double take when he saw her, and in his distraction, he almost spilled the drinks he was carrying.
Hurrying to her, he asked, “You have to be a famous model. I swear I’ve seen you somewhere before. What’s your name, gorgeous?”
Feeling mischievous, Brie pretended not to speak English and asked him a question in Italian.
He shook his head, smiling. “I have no idea what you just said, but I could listen to you talk for hours.”
She smiled at him pleasantly.
In response, he asked her, “What would you like, Miss? I’ll get you anything, just name it.”
“Vino rosso,” she answered, batting her eyes at him.
He grinned. “I take it you prefer Italian wine, right?”
She looked at him with a bemused smile.
Winking, he told her, “I’ll get you something special, on the house, to start your evening.” He left her to speak to the sommelier.
Brie took the opportunity to check out the men in the lounge. It was crowded, but she quickly found Sir. He was sitting at a table by himself, nursing a martini and looking straight at her.
The moment their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly glanced away, in keeping with the fantasy in her journal, but it was difficult.
She was desperate to leave the bar and join him at the table. However, she wanted to play out this incrediblescene he’d set up for her.
The bartender returned, and with an overly dramatic flair, placed a glass of dark red wine in front of her, telling her, “This is a 2001 Benanti Rovittello.”
Brie nodded and swirled the wine several times before taking a sip. It was a dry wine with hints of flowers and ripe fruit. She set the glass down and smiled. “Bella,” she complimented the bartender’s choice.
He looked pleased. “Enjoy!”
Brie went back to scanning the men in the bar, trying to decide which one she would pick if she were really looking to hook up for a sexy one-night stand. But the truth was, no one could compare to Sir.
She glanced back at him to see he was staring at her seductively. When he picked up his martini glass and took a sip, her pussy gushed with wetness.
“Miss?” the bartender said, interrupting their silent communication.
Brie reluctantly broke Sir’s gaze and turned to glance at the bartender.
“The gentleman at the other end of the bar wanted you to try this.” He placed another glass of red wine in front of her.
She glanced at the end of the bar and saw a distinguished-looking businessman with salt and pepper hair.
“This is a 2004 Montevertine Il Cannaio.” The bartender murmured under his breath, clearly impressed. “Over a hundred bucks per glass…”
Brie stared at the glass of wine, pretending she had no clue what he had just said, although she was equally impressed. In keeping with her journal fantasy, Brielooked at the gentleman apologetically as she gently pushed the glass back to the bartender.
The man called out in Italian, “Please enjoy,bella donna.”
Brie gave Sir a quick glance and noticed he was wearing an amused smirk as he nodded slightly.
Understanding that this was part of the scene he’d set up, she smiled at the older gentleman, who held up his own wine glass in appreciation. Sitting back in his chair, he smiled at her with a look of satisfaction.
Realizing that both the bartender and this gentleman had been recruited by Sir for the scene, Brie smiled to herself as she swirled the glass of wine. Taking a deep sniff to appreciate the fruity aroma of the wine, she took a sip and let it play on her tongue. This wine had a blueberry taste with hints of dried fruit. She looked at the gentleman with a pleased smile. “Delizioso.”
Brie turned to face Sir as she took a second, longer sip, not breaking his gaze. When she set the wine glass down, she turned it so he could clearly see the red impression of her lips on the glass.
To her surprise, three more gentlemen bought her drinks. Unlike the first two, she turned them down, amused by how Sir was trying to ply her with more wine than she could drink. But just like her character in the fantasy, Brie wanted to stay sober so she could enjoy every second of her time with Sir.
