Nick grimaced at her, struck dumb by her audacity. A little of the champagne had spilled onto his sock, and now a patch of his foot felt sticky and damp.
“Someone save me,” he muttered, as he shook his head at her and stormed off, shoes squelching slightly as he went.
“Someone save me,” he muttered, as he shook his head at her and stormed off, shoes squelching slightly as he went.
