Summer blinked at him, then at the glass she was holding. “What, the drinks here aren’t good enough?” She raised it to him. “Or this is you trying to get me drunk?”
“What?” he said, mocking shock, “That you would think I would ever try to get anyone drunk. The audacity.” He winked at her and snatched a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
That drew a burst of laughter out of her. “It’s not worth your time anyway. There’s nothing I’ll do drunk that I wouldn’t also do sober. Which if you knew who I was, you’d already know.” Summer tipped back the last of her drink and put the glass down. “Why don’t you guess?”
“Oh,” he said, smirking, “Clever one, aren’t you? I like that, really I do. But seriously, you’re the smart type aren’t you? Not likely to swoon at my Storm Charm, are you?”
He tipped back the champagne glass and placed it gracefully on another waiter’s plate without batting an eyelash.
“Are you looking for someone to swoon? I know how,” she countered. “So far you aren’t impressing me enough for that, though.” The little voice of disappointment tugged on her mental sleeve again, whispering that he didn’t know who she was, and didn’t care, and just wanted someone to tell him how pretty he was.