The Intern & The Lawyer

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Name: Jeffrey Branson
Age: 47
Hair: black
Eyes: steel blue
Height: 6'0''
Weight: 180 lbs
Appearance: clean-shaven, handsome, slightly rugged, neat straight hair just above ears, dresses well but not preppy, in good shape for age, probably goes to gym a couple times a week.
Occupation: Corporate Lawyer – founding partner

Jeff was pacing in his office, not nervously, just feeling the energy building up before another big meeting. This one could really be lucrative for the firm and he wanted to be sure everything went just right. Where were those copies they needed? he wondered as he stared out the large plate glass window at the light but steady rain. Did it ever *not* rain in Seattle? he wondered. He stepped out of his office and headed down the hall to the copy machine. Before he got there he stopped. The cutest little thing he had seen in a while was there leaning against the little desk with a bored look on her face. Damn, she must be one of the interns. He knew the firm had hired several lately, but nobody ever bothered to introduce them to him.

He approached the area and cleared his throught. “Excuse me, Miss…. ? Are those the copies for the meeting?”

She started and looked up at him. “Sir? Oh, yes sir,” she replied.

“I’m sorry, how terribly rude of me,” Jeff responded. “I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Jeff Miller… you know, as in “Miller & Lentz.” He tried to give her a kind smile and hoped he wasn’t staring down at her too much.

Name: Clara Shay
Age: 20
Hair: long brown, and wavy
Eyes: light green
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 115 lbs
Appearance: her hair is always down, normally straight, naturally wavy, her bangs pushed to the side, the length falling right at her breasts. in great shape from being on the volleyball and tennis team for her college.
Occupation: Intern

clara spun the pen around on the desk bored out of her mind, for the third day in a row. this intern thing hadn't really been her idea as much as it had been her parents. she had spent week after week trying to convince her parents to let her travel abroad during the summer but her parents didn't budge. They told her she could next summer... only if she took a internning gig at a law firm. So here she was, sitting behind a desk, working a nine to five job pushing paper. Fantastic.

“Excuse me, Miss…. ? Are those the copies for the meeting?” her head shot up at the voice, recognizing the handsome face... but couldn't seem to place a name..

blinking a few times, before she answered with ,“Sir? Oh, yes sir."

She waited for him to lecture her on how she could be busy doing something elsewhere, but instead a smile spread on his face, as he extended his hand, “I’m sorry, how terribly rude of me, I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Jeff Miller… you know, as in “Miller & Lentz.”

Clara's eyes went wide for a second as she recognized the name. The boss?? fuck, he wasnt just the boss, it was more like he was the boss of her boss's boss, going down an even further line. Long story short, he was pretty important. She placed her slender hand in his as she shook it professionally, "Oh uhm Hi, I'm Clara Shay... look I'm sorry about the papers, i thought i was suppose to take them up to you in an hour not now and..." she shut her mouth and blushed as she looked to the side as she realized her ramblings. She tried to laugh it off as she looked back up at him, "sorry... I'll just shut up."

Jeff couldn’t help letting out a loud hearty laugh. He put his hand on Clara’s shoulder. “Relax, Clara,” he reassured her. “It’s not your fault. And I’m not a big angry ogre. I’m just a regular guy beneath my ‘named partner’ hat,” he smiled. “Actually, I mostly like our interns, they always seem to work hard and appreciate the chance to learn a little about the business.” He looked her up and down again, confirming his original observation that she was indeed quite pretty and obviously had a trim tight body too. Her long wavy brown hair came down below her shoulders and gave her face a pleasing shape and brought out her pretty green eyes.

Clara seemed to relax a bit when she realized he wasn’t angry but was actually being quite nice to her.

“You seem like a bright young lady, but it sounds like you haven’t been getting very good direction here. They just have you making copies and pushing papers? That must be kind of boring, I’m sure you’re capable of much more than that.” He paused and flipped through the papers she had handed him.

“Actually, I was just thinking recently that I could use a little help around my office. Would you like me to speak to HR and see if we can’t transfer you to me? I think you will find my needs much more challenging and rewarding.”

Being the top dog had its advantages he thought to himself as he gave her another kind smile. People pretty much had to do what he wanted, or look for another place to work. He realized he was starting to get a slight bulge in his pants as he contemplated her nice figure and imagined the possibilities of having her work under him. He brushed back his hair from his forehead a little, hoping she didn’t notice it and get the wrong idea. Well, actually it probably wasn’t wrong, he could certainly picture having his way with her, but he didn’t want her to know that. Not yet anyway.

Clara couldn't help but smile as Mr. Miller's eyes looked her body up and down. No wonder he was being so nice to her... not that she minded, not at all. "Uhmm, I'm always up for a challenge," she said a little more seductively then she had ment to. She couldnt help it though, as she stood up pushing her long tight pencil skirt down her eyes took their own turn roaming his body, reading it through all the professional clothing. He was difenetly well defined, but should couldn't help imagine how he would look without clothes... her eyes stopped on the crotch of his pants, a slight bulge forming in his pants.

Her eyes shot straight to his face again, pretending not to notice, but couldn't help but smirk as she turned around to grab some papers, bending over slightly as she leaned across the desk to pick them up.

Turning back around to face him, she held the papers close against her chest as she starred at him, "So when do i start?"

Jeff had completely forgotten about his upcoming meeting for the moment as his entire focus was on Clara as she stood up and straightened her skirt drawing attention to how well it emphasized her firm round butt. He suspected she had picked up on the fact that he was interested in more than mentoring her in the law business, but he was perfectly okay with that. Jeff was neither arrogant nor obnoxious but just a man with complete confidence in himself who knew what he wanted in life and never hesitated to go after it.

He felt her eyes on him returning the favor then admired the view as she bent over to pick up the papers. She turned back around to face him holding the papers against her chest. Her white dress blouse was tight enough to emphasize that her young breasts were full and round too.

"So when do i start?"

Jeff’s mind quickly snapped back to the moment. He had to finish preparing and get to his meeting, he didn’t have time for this right now. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a business card and quickly wrote on the back. He handed the card to Clara. “Take this to HR and they’ll take care of everything. I’ve got to get to my meeting.” As he reached out to take the papers from her arms his hand ‘accidentally’ grazed the side of her left tit.

“Sorry, how clumsy of me,” he apologized but there was a hint of a twinkle in his eye. Then he turned quickly and left.

Clara looked at the card. He had simply written “Transfer Clara to my office. Report after lunch.”

a little blush rose to her cheeks as his hand bumped into one of her breasts, the touch sending a tingling sensation up her back. Clara quickly turned around to hide her reaction as she bit down on her lip, "Uhm it's alright.." she walked behind the desk again, sliding back into her chair pulling out some files pretending to act busy, "I'll see you after your meeting Mr. Miller.."

Four hours later, she leaned over the counter as her normally calm face became frustrated. "LOOK. Mr. Miller just handed me this card, wrote this on the back and told me to take this to HR," the women behind the desk just looked passed her and continued to smack on her gum as she looked up bored at the young woman, "And -smack smack- as i've told you for the past couple hours, i can't do that without the correct paper work. Those are the rules sent down from the big guys upstairs, and i'm suppose to follow them -smack smack- sorry."

Clara rolled her eyes, her apology sounded more like a, get out of my face bitch then it had an apology. Groaning, she stormed over to one of the waiting chairs and threw her body into it. Not only could she not handle getting paper work on time, but she couldn't even handle switching rooms. she sighed deeply, she was 16 floors below where she should be in her new bosses office, probably missing out on a chance to finally have some fun in this boring law firm.

"You were suppose to be in my office 2 and a half hours ago, what are you still doing here?" Clara shot her head up at the voice, almost gawking at the man before her.

Jeff’s meeting went extremely well, then their new client took Jeff and 4 of his senior associates to lunch at Chez Shea to conclude the deal. By the time he was back on the elevator heading up to his office, it was already past 2 o’clock. Damn, that new intern has probably been waiting for him with nothing to do, he realized. That probably would not make her inclined to like him. And he wanted Clara to like him, she was definitely a hot little cutie.

He was surprised then when he reached his office and she was nowhere to be seen. He asked his assistant if anyone had been by to see him. No. He went back into his office and glanced through the new contract again, then tossed it onto one of the several large piles of documents. That would be a good place for her to start, he thought.

He looked at his watch again. Past 2:30 already. Damn! She must be stuck in HR. Normally he would send an assistant down, but for some reason today he decided to go himself.

He walked into the HR area and saw her sitting there slumped in one of the waiting chairs. "You were suppose to be in my office 2 and a half hours ago, what are you still doing here?" Clara looked up, shocked to see him there. “Um… something about forms…” she mumbled, nodding her head toward the old bitty behind the counter.

Jeff strode over to the counter. “Is there a problem, Gladys?” he asked her. “I don’t pay people to sit around HR doing nothing. I have work for her to do,” he said firmly.

“But she doesn’t have any paperwork, Mr. Miller,” Gladys defended herself. “There are rules and procedures I have to follow, you know.”

“I know the procedures, Gladys, I helped write them, it’s my company. In fact, I just secured a very substantial contract that will help keep us in business for the foreseeable future so that people like you can have jobs as long as they are doing them well.” He didn’t speak to her in a threatening way, more like a teacher being firm with a student who had done poorly on an assignment. “I’ll have Mary send the forms down later, right now Clara is going upstairs with me so I can put her to some good use.” He turned sharply on his heel and strode toward the door. “Come along, Clara.” She scrambled to her feet as he strode past, hurrying to keep up with him.

“Sorry about the mixup in HR, Clara,” he told her as they rode up the elevator. “Sometimes success has its drawbacks, the company’s gotten so big I can’t keep my hands on everything anymore.” He looked at her again, knowing where he would like to put his hands.

They entered his suite and he stopped at a desk where an attractive, professionally dressed woman was sitting, probably in her mid-30s. “Mary, this is Clara, she’ll be interning with me this summer. I need you to start the paperwork on her transfer so we can get it down to HR before Gladys bursts a blood vessel.”

He opened the door to his office and motioned to Clara. “Come in, Clara, have a seat,” he waved toward some leather chairs by a table. “So basically you’ll be doing mostly stuff for me personally,” he explained. “I think you’ll find it more interesting than working in the file room. Although I do have some of that too,” he laughed waving at the several large stacks on his desk. “But I’m always happy to show you anything, I believe doing things hands-on is always best.” He tried not to make his double meaning too obvious but hoped she caught it.

“Now go out there and Mary will get you settled and finish your paperwork, then come on back when you’re done. I’ve got a few calls to make.”

Clara couldn't help but grin in the elevator as she looke back on how Gladys' face had looked when Mr.miller showed up. It had been even more priceless at how much she frowned when he lectured her, she didn't then someones face could turn so much!

“Sorry about the mixup in HR, Clara,” he told her as they rode up the elevator. “Sometimes success has its drawbacks, the company’s gotten so big I can’t keep my hands on everything anymore.” he said as his eyes traced over her once more. 'Humm.. i wonder why' she thought to herself. Probably to busy having... fun with employees like her? Not that she would mind having fun with him... her smile turning wicked as the doors slid open and they stepped out and into his suite.

A gerogeous women spun around in her chair, “Mary, this is Clara, she’ll be interning with me this summer. I need you to start the paperwork on her transfer so we can get it down to HR before Gladys bursts a blood vessel.” the women's blue eyes ran over her, looking her up and down as if reading her, her look suspicious. “Come in, Clara, have a seat,” Jeff's voice interrupting, and clara was glad as she nearly quickly waved mary a goodbye, not waiting for one in return.

The took a seat on a comfy leather chair, crossing her long legs in her pencil skirt as she looked over the modern looking office, “So basically you’ll be doing mostly stuff for me personally. I think you’ll find it more interesting than working in the file room. Although I do have some of that too." Clara squirmed a little in her chair, shift her legs against each other a little as he spoke. She was most definitely going to find this more interesting then filing in her old room.

“But I’m always happy to show you anything, I believe doing things hands-on is always best.” Was he trying to hint at someting? She decided to test it, Her fingers going to the end of her skirt, pulling on it slightly, pretending to scratch her leg further up, pulling some of the fabric back revealing some of her smooth skin.

“Now go out there and Mary will get you settled and finish your paperwork, then come on back when you’re done. I’ve got a few calls to make.” he ordered her. Standing up, she let her skirt slide back down, going over to the files on his desk. "Uhm, are you sure there isn't anything else you'd like me to do?" she asked as she bent down to pick up the stack of files, her breasts coming in clear view to him in her white button up blouse.

Jeff did not fail to notice her hiking her skirt a little for him nor the view down her blouse as she bent over to pick up the papers. “Thank you, Clara,” he replied. “I’m happy to see…” he paused for effect, “that you want to show me…” another pause, “how eager you are.” He did not try to hide the fact that his eyes were focused on her cleavage that she was so generously sharing. “But there’s no need to be in a rush, dear. I like to take my time and do things right.”

He helped her stack the papers in her arms, getting close enough to her that they could smell each other’s body fragrances. He gave her the slightest pat on the ass as he said, “Now go on out there and get your paperwork done, Clara. Mary’s a good assistant but she’s not as patient as I am. Come back in half an hour, I should be ready for you by then.” He walked to the door with her and shut it behind her.

He went back to his desk and pulled up his appointment calendar and to do list on his computer. Actually, there was nothing on his calendar for the rest of the afternoon, what was left of it. And though he had told her he had some calls to make, there was really only one and it wasn’t urgent. He had just wanted a few moments to collect himself, he hated to rush things. He so enjoyed the verbal and body language play between a man and a woman as they tried to gauge each other’s interest. For Jeff, flirting and foreplay was as big a part of the fun as the culminating sex act.

He watched over the top of his monitor as Mary and Clara sized each other up as they completed her paperwork. He could sense that Clara felt a little trepidation that Mary might be jealous, but the truth was that she actually helped facilitate Jeff’s predilection for young women because she knew whenever she needed to be satisfied he always took good care of her too. Jeff hoped that Clara would relax and let Mary be her mentor. He was sure that Mary could show her a thing or two, who knows, maybe they could even….

Jeff stopped that thought as he saw Clara glance over at his office, then get up and head his way. Game on. It had been a while since he had had one this fresh and cute.

Clara's soft features turned into a confused frown as he lightly tapped her on the butt, pushing her out the main door. Did he honestly just choose to talk on a boring phone call, then to have her do... favors... for him? She never did understand anyone who didn't want to rush. Why waste time? If the person you like is good looking, and your good looking, and you like each other, then whats not to get? You fuck, see how it works from there, and if it doesnt, you tilt your hats and get on your way. Or in her case, you slide out their front door the next morning.

The beautiful women stood up, and took the papers from her hands, "Okay so first things first, Mr. Miller is a very busy man. Your first priority is to keep him pleased, because if he's pleased, then trust me, your pleased," she turned around on her heel and started walking down one of the less used hallways, "okay and now we need to make copies of these papers so this wa--" Clara followed behind her interrupting, "Uhmm i was working in the copy room before i got moved up here, isn't it the other way?"

Mary stopped mid step and turned to look at the niave girl, "Hun for what your learning, your going to need a more private area." She continued to walk on until they reached a small room, just big enough to be a mix between a copy room and a supply closet. "Now, when you copy papers, you need to do it like this..." mary slid some papers into the top of the machine and pressed some buttons. as she waited for them to copy she stuck out her butt some, allowing some of her skirt to rid up. Clara really hoped she wasn't hitting on her... it had to be obvious that she was interested in men.. "Mr. Miller is always watching, i think its fun to give him a show." Clara's head shoot up and looked around, trying to find a camera but couldn't find one.

The papers finally finished and Mary handed the new hot stack of papers to clara, her arms barely strong enough to hold the huge stack. "Now, i'll teach you more later, but right now Mr. Miller needs these papers ASAP so go on."

Clara walked slowly, trying to keep the balance between her papers, and her black high heels. Finally after what seemed like forever she made it in front of his door. Inhaling deeply, some ideas flashing through her mind. This man seemed to like taking things slow, and messing with his prey, but honestly, she wasn't some fawn or some little white sheep. If he wanted to play games, she could to.

She knocked the door with the tip of her shoe, kicking the door, "Can you open the door for me, the's papers are really heavey and my hands are full..." she said in her best helpless girl voice.

Jeff had watched on his monitor as Mary took Clara down to the copy room. He had to chuckle when Mary wiggled her ass for him, she did have such a nice round one. Clara seemed a little unsure of herself, but he still admired her tight trim figure. He saw her heading for his door and switched his monitor back to his calendar. He waited, then heard her kicking his door and asking for help. He got up and opened the door for her.

He almost couldn’t see her for the stack of papers. He had to laugh. “Well, I do like my interns to show initiative, Clara, but you don’t have to hurt yourself. Let me help you with those.” He reached over and took about half the papers off the top of the stack, his hands grazing her boobs again as he reached around to get them. He gave her a sly smile, then walked over and set them on the round conference table. Clara did the same.

“Have a seat, Clara,” he smiled, indicating one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. He went around and sat in the big chair behind the desk, manipulating the mouse with one hand while his other hand was in his lap. He looked back and forth from the monitor to Clara, looking her up and down.

“You sounded a little helpless at the door there, Clara,” he said. “But you don’t look like the helpless type, you look like you’re in pretty good shape, actually. Do you play… any sports?” He was getting a hard-on sitting there looking at her and he was fingering his rapidly growing cock under the desk. Clara replied that she had been on both the volleyball and tennis teams.

“Hm, yes, that would keep you trim,” Jeff observed, picturing her in a short tennis skirt and tight volleyball shorts. “Well, you’re a very pretty young lady, Clara, and you seem like a smart girl too, I like that.” His cock was pretty stiff now which was fairly obvious if anyone looked down at his crotch. “Now come round over here and let me show you something,” he smiled.

He pushed his chair back from the desk a little as Clara came around and stood beside him. “Ok, now this is my calendar,” he said indicating the monitor. “The first thing you will do every day – well, after you get my coffee of course – will be to check my calendar and give me a list of my appointments for the day. And be sure to let me know if anything is coming up.” He looked her up and down again, unashamedly checking out her legs right next to him. “You have very pretty legs, Clara,” he smiled at her, “but that skirt’s a little long to show them off well, don’t you think?” His hand snaked over the arm of the chair and slid up and down the inside of her leg just below and above her knee. “Maybe tomorrow you could wear a little shorter skirt?” he suggested with another smile.

“Now come round over here and let me show you something,” Clara got up slowly uncrossing her legs as she stood up and made her way around his desk, stopping in place as soon as his crotch came into view. "Ok, now this is my calendar.." Clara leaned against his desk, biting down on her lower lip as she tried to concentrate at the task at hand. But it was no use, her eyes kept wandering down to the growing buldge in his pants, making herself ache slightly as she thought of all the things a man like him and a women like her could do.
“The first thing you will do every day – well, after you get my coffee of course – will be to check my calendar and give me a list of my appointments for the day. And be sure to let me know if anything is coming up.” clara was suddenly becoming very hot as she pulled on the collar of her blouse, "And uhmmm... what is the first thing i need to do?" she asked, knowing pretty well what he probably had first on his list.

His hand went to her leg, slowly working his hand up her skirt, pushing up the hem well past its normally length at her knee, "You have pretty legs, Clara. Maybe tomorrow you could wear a shorter skirt?" he said smiling up at her. A shiver ran up her back, arching a little as his warm hand continued to slowly work its way up, "Uhmmm sure Mr. Miller... if that's what i need for my job..." She liftd her ass up onto the desk in front of him, her legs parting slightly so his friend could have an easier access to travel up her leg.

Jeff was pleased when she didn’t flinch when he ran his hand up her leg. Then he was even more pleased when she hiked her ass up onto his desk giving him easier access. He ran his hand up her leg further, along her inner thigh stopping just short of her honeypot. Then he ran his hand up and down her other leg. Good, it looks like this will be easier than I thought, he mused.

He smiled up at Clara. “Mmm yes, these are very nice legs, Clara, I want to always be able to see them. So the shorter the skirt, the better, understand?” He pushed her skirt up higher exposing her legs as if to show her how short he wanted her skirt to be. His cock was fully hard in his pants now, quite obvious between his legs.

He looked up at her, eyeing her full round boobs inside her crisp sharp blouse. “That’s a very sharp looking blouse too, but maybe a little too austere for my tastes,” he smiled. “I can see you have nice full breasts, Clara, it’s a shame to hide them. I think you need to wear a top that’s cut a little lower, a bit less formal, ok?”

He stood up beside her, putting a hand on her waist. “Actually, I think we could just undo a couple of these buttons right now, that would be an immediate improvement.” He reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons himself. He was leaning into her, his hard cock pressing against her side.

“There, that’s much better, don’t you think so, Clara?”

Clara's breasts perked slightly as her bosses hands lightly brushed her skin to undo the top couple of buttons on her blouse. “There, that’s much better, don’t you think so, Clara?” She looked down, to see her clevage in clear view, and the small silver pendent that lightly hung around her neck tickled between her breasts. She looked up and saw her reflection in one of the window filled walls. Her skirt was hiked up and her blouse looked as if it would bust open at any moment.

She hoped off his desk and away from the hand he had had on her waist, "Uhm.. not that i mind it so much sir...but others might, and i do care about what people think of me... and well, people might talk if i come to work anything other then something... proffesional." She stood in front of the giant window, looking down at all the tiny cars and even more tiny people below them. She pulled on the collar of her blouse a litte, had it gotten stuffy? Her body sure did feel hot, "Uhm, mr.miller would you happen to have some water..." she said as she turned around to face him again, only to find him standing directly in front of her, causing her to step back a little so the back of her body pressed into the glass wall.

“It doesn’t matter what other people think, Clara,” he smiled at her slyly. He put his hands on the glass on either side of her, trapping her there with her back against the glass wall. “If you want to work for me, then you’ll need to dress to please me. It doesn’t have to be trashy, just sexy. People expect to see pretty young women working for me, so nobody is going to talk about how you’re dressed because they know you work for me. Besides, no one gets up here to see anybody without getting past Mary, and that’s not so easy,” he laughed.

He leaned up against her, his hard cock pressing against her abdomen, his chest touching her breasts. He put one hand on her hip and bent his head down and breathed heavily on her neck. “You do want to please me, don’t you, Clara?” he whispered in her ear. His other hand slipped down from the wall and his fingers moved to the next button on her blouse, ready to unbutton it. “Is that a yes?” he breathed into her ear, then nibbled at it lightly with his lips and teeth.

Clara's eyes widened a little as he trapped her between his arms. The glass was cool against her back, seeping through the thin white blouse. She thought about ducking beneath his arms but froze in place as his large warm hand landed on her hip, his body pushed into hers so her breasts clevage came into even clearer view as his hard toned chest pushed into them.

"You want to please me, don't you, Clara?" his words were hot against her ear as she tried to exhale. Her eyes closed as his already ready cock pushed into her, making melt a little inside. Clara whimpered a little and his other hand went to her blouse, already fiddling with the next button. "Is that a yes?" his breath was hot in her ear again as she tried to nod, trying to find herself again but gave up any hope in that as his mouth lowered to her earlobe, nibbling as he pleased. Her arms went around him, her slender hands gripping up his shoulder blades as she desperately tried to find something to hold on to. "Mr. Miller... we really shoudnt..." she tried to breath.

“First off, call me Jeff,” Jeff brushed her cheek with his lips. “And second, I think we really should.” His fingers squeezed the third button on her blouse and pushed it through the buttonhole, exposing a glimpse of her bra. “I really like you, Clara. And not just because you’re young and pretty. But I can tell you’re a smart girl, and you’ve got a bit of an attitude. I like that in a girl. You’ve got a lot of potential, Clara. I can teach you a lot of things that will help you get ahead. All you have to do is keep me happy.” He stroked her cheek with his fingers. Then he bent forward and kissed her on the lips, lingering just long enough to make it clear he wanted more. He could feel the contradiction in Clara, he saw her head nod and felt her hands wrapped around his shoulders. But even though her body was saying ‘yes’, her words were contradicting that.

He stepped back from her and looked her up and down again. “You do seem somewhat hot, Clara,” he smiled. “Perhaps you’d like that glass of water now?” he said as he went over to the sidebar. “If you’re not comfortable, I understand. I never force anyone to do anything. If a client doesn’t like an offer or a deal, I don’t force them to take it. But I really would like to pamper you this summer and I think you’ll be pleased with some of the perks of the job. In fact, I was planning to have Mary give you an account card for the mall when you leave today so you can get yourself some tops and skirts like I was asking.”

He fiddled with some bottles and glasses at the bar, then handed her an ice water. “Why don’t you sit on the couch here and cool down? Perhaps you’d like to chase that water with a glass of Moscato d’Asti? It’s a sweet sparkling wine, it’s really very good. Can I pour you a glass?”