Page 66 of Obsession

“I’m a freakin’ bartender. I know when someone’s had too much.”

Her decolletage is flushed with heat from the alcohol as she reaches forward for the bottle and tumbles straight into my lap. I expect her to come to her senses almost immediately, but she lets out a giggle before wiggling herself on my lap to make herself comfortable and then flinging her arms around my neck.

“You’re very handsome,” she says, smiling at me.

It takes every ounce of my self-control not to touch her.

“Thank you.” My smile is strained as I can feel in my cock the painful position I’m now in.

“But you’re grumpy all the time.” She grins in an unabashed manner. “And very controlling. Too controlling. You’re always bossing everyone around and me around. I mean, I guess it’s kind of hot sometimes, but as a rule, women don’t like that.”

Intrigued with our conversation, I carefully wrap my hands around her waist and settle her in a more comfortable position in my lap.

“But you like it?”

“Well, when you use this kind of voice, I might just like it,” she mimics my deep tone.

She buries her face in my neck in a fit of shyness that is simply the most endearing thing I’ve seen all day. It seems thatdrunk Megan likes to talk, joke, and snuggle. I’ve got to admit, I’m starting to like drunk Megan.

“Should I care about what other women think of me?” I ask her mildly.

“Nope,” she says in a muffled voice and then pulls back to look at me. “How come you don’t have a girlfriend, Mr. Middleton?”

“Mr. who?”

“Okay, why don’t you have a girlfriend, Hunter?” She grins playfully.

“My line of work makes that difficult.”

“Oh,” she frowns, and I can feel her fingers playing with my hair. “Well, you can be a little scary, but you’ve always been nice to me. You saved me two times. Nobody’s ever looked after me like that. I didn’t think anyone would come to find me when Steve took me.”

My smile fades. “Why not?”

She moves her shoulders. “When bad things keep happening to you, you kind of expect them to.”

It’s a dark and pessimistic statement coming from her, and she’s too young to feel that way, as jaded about life as she does. That’s for evil men like me.

“I’ll always come and save you,” I tell her.

“No, you won’t.” Her laughter is somewhat drunken and amused. “The minute you figure out a way to get in my pants, you’ll throw me away.”

My smile fades as something cold forms inside my chest.

She taps me on the tip of my nose. “You thought I didn’t know that, do you? Remember, Hunter, you told me yourself that I don’t have any value.”

I hate that she’s saying this while still smiling. “I didn’t mean that. I said it out of anger.”

“It’s fine. It’s the truth. But one day, I’ll make something of myself, and then everybody who looked at me and said I was worthless will regret it.”

My hands tighten on her waist as my heart clenches in an almost painful manner. “They will regret it, but they don’t matter, anyway. You’re not worthless. You never were.”

“You don’t have to feel so bad.” She pats my cheek. Then she lowers her mouth to mine and gives me a tender kiss before saying, “I don’t take anything people say about me to heart. Not even you.”

The kiss and her clipped words work at cross purposes. “I think it’s time you go to bed before you do something you regret.”

Her smile is wicked and filled with mischief. “Can I tell you a secret?”

I have a bad feeling about this right now. I’m feeling a little helpless against her, so I nod. She leans forward until her mouth is next to my ear, and her warm breath hits my neck.

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