She smirked when Asher caught her eye as she reached for the champagne bottle. “This is really unexpected,” she said as she wiggled the bottle.
“Don’t forget the strawberries,” he urged.
“Is this the way you persuade all those big names you sign?” She swirled a strawberry through the whipped cream while posing the question.
Asher’s expression was serious as he toyed with the frayed edge of the tunic she wore. “I only break out the champagne and strawberries for the woman I’m trying to persuade.”
“Hmph.” She savored the fruit and cream on her tongue. “Trust me, you’ve already persuaded me. Many times.”
“Have I?”
Before she could respond, he was kissing her deeply. “Wait,” she began to say before Asher’s tongue entered her mouth. “Asher…”
He wasn’t ready to break their kiss just yet. The straw basket set beneath the colorful, voluminous balloon was almost as big as a small room, and offered plenty of privacy for a couple wishing to steal a sweet kiss amid paradise.