They were halfway through the bottle, and he was grateful for his high tolerance for alcohol. Things had escalated from zero to a hundred, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep up the act.

An hour later, there was barely any wine left, and Alessandra’s playful mood was dangerously close to the point of no return. He didn’t want to sleep with her, but he had to maintain the façade of an interested man if he intended to see the plan through.

“Why don’t you put on some music, sweethea