Amber was slightly stunned by my proposition, but she accepted it after pondering my offer for a while.
"Inform the flight crew to prepare the jet for take-off within an hour. I'll be boarding the flight then," Amber ordered the assistant.
The woman nodded and left tactfully.
Amber raised the wine glass in her hand, as if to toast me before she downed half the wine poured inside the glass.
She drank it boldly, as if she was not drinking a strong, fragrant red wine, but a glass of light champagne.
"It seems like you're a decent drinker." I withdrew my gaze and downed the wine in my glass as well.
However, Amber had already begun drinking the second glass of wine by now.
Fuck. What the hell is going on?
My eyes opened wide slightly as I watched her pour a third glass of wine for hers
