"Ha fucking ha," she smirks, rolling her eyes. "Don't forget, I'm the one here that has boys tripping over each other. So you managed to beat them all out. Congratulations to that." She raises her water glass to him and takes a sip. She wants real champagne.

"But neither have much room to complain. I get to see your eyes whenever I want." And yes, Dave, she'd love to hold you to other things. And hold other things.