Desmond poured wine into Zaria's glass and then poured some in his own glass.
"Don't drink too much of it. It's a hundred years old." He gave a gentle warning.
She scoffed when she heard him. "Do you think I would get drunk from a few sips of wine?"
"You wouldn't?" He was amused.
"Forget wine. I could drink a bottle of 50% content tequila and help you win a deal." She exaggerated, and they both burst into laughter.
"Would you like some later?" He asked, referring to the tequila.
"Not that I would mind." She smiled, looking forward to it.
However, he changed his mind. "I don't want to get you drunk tonight."
"Why? Are you scared that you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from taking advantage of me? Or are you afraid that I would take advantage of you? Not that I would mind either…" She teased with a sly wink.
