Quincy walked over to James.

She wore a red slip dress that exposed her shoulders. Her red curly hair flowed in the wind. Her facial features were fine and exquisite, and the lipstick she wore complimented her beauty.

She smirked at James who was sitting in a chair with wine bottles on the floor. “You look like you’re having a great life.”

James got up and gestured to the seat beside him, “Have a seat. No need to be formal.”

Quincy sat opposite James. She adjusted her dress slightly and covered her legs to prevent herself from flashing him with her underwear.

James did not notice her minute actions. He grabbed a bottle of wine and tossed it to her. Then, he smiled at her. “I’m bored of drinking this by myself. I need someone to talk to.”

Quincy noticed that the alcohol content in the bottle James handed her was quite high. “I can’t drink this. Do you have red wine?”

“Yes, hold on. I’ll go get some.”

James got up and went to the wine cellar to grab a few bottles of red w