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The Surprise Waiting For Her

“. . . And by the way, I put a little something in your wine.”

In the candlelight, his eyes glinted darkly.

“I’m sorry . . . what?” Only moments before, he’d held me spellbound, enraptured.

He gave a grim smile; the wineglass shook in my hand. “Don’t worry, by tomorrow, you won’t remember a thing . . . if you survive the night.”

 

Elizabeth Michaud John.

  • http://www.facebook.com/parrieux Philippe Arrieux

    Nicely done!