'Did this shameless fool just try to covet another's man's hard work?' Ruby thought inwardly, her gaze lowering to the glass of champagne before her. She slowly lifted her gaze, her sweet smile betraying nothing.
"Thank you, Mr Bishop." Her tone was suffocatingly professional, grating on Derek's crumbling nerves. "But I'll pass. I would like to keep my head clear for the rest of the evening if you don't mind."
"Of course." Derek forced a smile, emptying his own glass and then hers in two swift gulps – his gaze lingering on her with a heat that betrayed more desire than decorum.
His throat burned from the stinging sensation of the golden liquid. But this was nothing compared to the dagger Ruby had plunged into his heart tonight with a face-slapping betrayal.
His grip tightened around the stem of the champagne flute, resisting the urge to snap the glass in two as he fantasised about grabbing Ruby by the waist and kissing her out in the open while making his territory.
