Elsa smirked suggestively. “Oh, I must’ve missed something then. You're so capable Ms. Torres! I bet you've handled plenty capable men too.”
“You must have a great tolerance for alcohol. Don’t be so uptight, now. Come, have a few drinks with the gentlemen.”
Her vulgar humor wasn’t just childish, it was downright stupid!
Elias frowned at that. “Elsa, that’s enough.”
She stomped her foot playfully, lifted a glass of wine and held it toward me. “Eli, do you like this vixen so much now? You even protect her when I just ask her to drink?”
Then, while pretending to lose her balance, she deliberately spilled the wine all over my chest. The cold liquid soaked through the fabric instantly. Soon my curves got revealed.
Elsa gasped while her malicious smile was impossible to hide. “Ms. Torres, my hand slipped! I’m so sorry!”
“Anyway, you’ll be drinking with them later, right? Being a little wet just adds to the fun.”
Her words were full of mockery as if I were nothing more than a cheap hostess.
Everyone always assumed there was something more than friendship between Elias and me, we were close enough but not lovers.