"And that, my dear Alex, is what I call a proper toast to a job well done," Riley declared, her voice laced with triumphant satisfaction.
A smirk tugged at her lips as she raised her wine glass, the deep red liquid swirling lazily under the dim glow of the chandelier.
Her caramel-hued fingers gripped the stem elegantly before she extended it toward Alex, who lounged casually on the couch opposite her, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Alex reached forward, his fingers brushing lightly against hers as he accepted the glass.
He brought it to his lips, taking a measured sip, savoring the rich taste before leaning back into the cushions. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest.
"Well, we might as well indulge," he murmured, twirling the glass between his fingers. "After all, a little pleasure never hurt anyone."
