The Surprise Waiting For Her

    “. . . and by the way, I put a little something in your wine.”
    In the candlelight, his eyes glinted darkly.
    “I’m sorry . . . what?” Only moments before, he’d held me spellbound, enraptured.
    He gave a grim smile; the wineglass shook in my hand. “Don’t worry, by tomorrow, you won’t remember a thing . . . if you survive the night.”