He took some pleasure in noticing the hot glances from the men she passed. All of them were clearly accompanied. It was good to think that, for howeve... short the time, he was the chosen one.Quickly they settled in the cosy booth, where Sonia wriggled so that she was very close. Close enough for that perfume to fill his head. Her whole face framed in that corn-coloured hair, was simply, yes, beautiful. He was elated that she had, so quickly, accepted the idea of moving into the booth, having. I winched her up, facing away from the door, so only her toes could touch the ground. I tied each ankle to a pillar spreading her legs nice and wide. The pain in her toes and arms would soon wake her up but I needed a coffee.I had just finished a second mug when I started to hear the screams. I decided to give her a little more time alone to study the toys on the table in her view. As I opened the door she tried to turn to see. Almost whispering she said, “Who’s there?”I said nothing.This. Browning. ‘He’s the second Enhert.’ Mrs. Browning smiled. ‘That’s lovely dear. Quite the catch, eh?’ ‘I was with him before he became a partner.’ Mrs. Browning smiled. ‘Do you work, Miss Cottonwood?’ ‘Yes, I’m the owner and executive chef of Servello. It’s in the Pearl District downtown. . .’ When all the other women ceased their conversation to stare at her, Brenda tried not to blush. ‘You own Servello?’ A woman with black hair in a tight french twist asked. Brenda nodded and sipped the red. I had the maps out and I was trying to chart our next destination, and we were each relaxing. ‘There’s a Bell Mountain Estates winery about twenty miles north,’ I said. ‘Back and forth, that would be a forty mile deviation. The description reads that they actually grow fifty some acres of vines, and that all their wines are estate grown and bottled. Want to go there?’ ‘What type of grapes do they grow?’ ‘It’s renowned for Cab Sav and Pinot Noir, or so it’s claimed. And it was the first Texas.