Not entirely sure that his coffee hadn't had something else mixed in with it because of the way he was suddenly feeling giddy and light-headed, Bertram found himself firmly not caring that this was the case. So what if he had apparently had more to drink than he'd thought? Tonight was a night to relax and not think about either his children -- or his wife, apparently, because he could barely recall who he'd been looking for before catching sight of Miranda.
"Hmm," he purred quietly enough, draping his arms around her waist to whisk the woman closer to him, to press her warm, soft body against his own so that he could show her just how happy he was to see her, "well--" his suave sentence was cut off by the kiss, one that he leaned himself easily into. He began backing them toward the nearest exit carefully, not stopping until he felt a wall hit his back. If that kiss was anything to go by, he was going to need somewhere private with this bird sooner rather than later.
He broke the kiss to bring the hand that had been hovering on her hip lower, fingers light against her buttocks. "Now that I've got you, whatever should I do with you?"
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