“You look ravishing tonight. Good enough to devour”, he says… His voice deeper then normal and almost eerie… Not amused by his demeanor… I giggle nervously… “Oh Will, you silly man ”… He grabs a remote and turns on the radio… Never taking his eyes off me… He manages to find a jazz station… He loves jazz… “Perfect, sets the tone and matches my mood”, he whispers… “Champagne, my sweet?”… “That sounds lovely, I need to relax a bit”, I reply… He goes to the bar and grabs a chilled bottle and... Sign in to see full entry.