Intimate Distractions

In that instant, I felt like prey being stared down by a tiger, pinned in place by the overwhelming pressure.

Steadying myself, I offered Mr. Kensington a composed smile and raised my glass. "Mr. Kensington, let me toast you."

Mr. Kensington didn't put me on the spot in front of everyone. Instead, he said, "I'll finish mine, you do as you please."

He drained his glass in one go.

"Mr. Kensington is