From her years as a doctor, Amber learned how to count a pulse with the lightest of touches. Quickly, too. So Eric's rapid heartbeat didn't escape her attention, nor the way it sped up up as she laid her kisses against his wrist. She couldn't help but smile; she loved the effect she was having on him.

Now that her curiosity about Eric had been sated, she felt no more need to stay here and chat. She was ready to move on. "You know what, forget the wine, let's take this to my place." She kissed the bump on his hand formed by his first metacarpal, letting her teeth graze against his skin for a second. Not hard, just enough for him to feel it. That should give him an idea of the "relaxation" in store for him.

Even as her own heartbeat quickened with the thought of what was to come, the back of Amber's mind was already tackling practical matters. She looked for their waiter, certain that just one look from her would bring him running to their table. "We'll split the bill-- and don't try to argue! If you want to be a gentleman, save it for bed."