Page 67 of Awakened by Sin

“Of course,” he echoed and cupped her chin. “You good?”

“Now I am.”

He fingered her hair. “I like the red. It suits you.”

The door opened, and a man with a woman under each arm entered. He scanned them while the women giggled uncontrollably.

“Dude,” he drawled and bobbed his brows.

Marcus grasped her hand and tugged her out of the room. She leaned into him as he navigated through the mayhem. It wasn’t until she saw the familiar double doors guarded by security that she realized he intended to leave.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You’re done for the night.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are.” When she tried to dig in her heels, he wrapped an arm around her waist and propelled her past the security guards. “What have you had to drink?”

“Champagne … and a shot of Patrón, but I have a high alcohol tolerance,” she said with a shrug and added, “And I sweat out most of it when I dance.”

“Of course, you’re drunk on champagne.”

“Who said I’m drunk?”

“I do,” he said and pulled her into the elevator.

Her head was pleasantly fuzzy, so she leaned into him. He pulled her under his arm and kissed her temple.

“You smell amazing,” he said.

“So do you.” She yawned and nuzzled his neck. “Like classy sin.”

“Classy sin,” he repeated and shook his head. “Whatever you say, babe. I’m glad I didn’t find you wrapped around some loser this time.”

The champagne prompted her to admit, “I was going to bang someone, but he ruined the moment with a lame pickup line.”

“How bad was it?”

“He asked if I worked at Subway because I gave him a footlong.”

Marcus grinned. “Accurate, but poorly put, hmm?”

He led her through the casino. A man screaming his head off roused her from her walking slumber. At first, she thought the man was in a fight but then realized he hit the jackpot. She craned her neck to get a look at his machine, but Marcus directed her in another direction.

“Hey!”

“Tonight’s not a good night,” he said and shrugged back his sleeve to look at his watch. “I’m late, and I have to change.”

“Don’t let me hold you up,” she said and tried to get away, but Marcus didn’t release her.

“You’re going home where I don’t have to worry about you.” He marched her outside and towed her toward a waiting taxi.

“I brought my car. I’m not drunk, Marcus!”

“You can barely keep your eyes open.”

“I’m tired.”

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