Page 126 of Delilah In Discretion

“You’re awfully comfortable,” I remarked, and she bit her lip seductively. It was clear that she may have tasted a few too many varieties, and I could tell she was probably a bit tipsy.

Placing my glass on the table beside me, I sighed. “What did we discuss earlier, Princess?” I asked her, and she giggled, catching a few of the eyes of the men sitting across. I internallygroaned as I grabbed the glass out of her hand, and she bent down to my ear.

“You told me to be good,” she whispered, and I nodded.

“I sure did… Do you think you’re being a good girl right now?” I asked her sincerely, my voice lowering.

“Maybe I want to be a little bad.”

I held in a chuckle as I rubbed her leg softly, amused by her words.

“You think you have a choice?” I questioned, and she stood up abruptly.

“Of course I do. Now, if you’ll excuse me… gentlemen,” she finished, bidding them goodbye, and I stood up as well and grabbed her hand before she could wander off again.

“Gentlemen, I apologize, but I think it’s about time we left. We’ll keep in touch,” I concluded, leaving no more room for discussion as I walked out of the garden.

I looked down at Delilah as she continued giggling, and soon, she finally noticed we were leaving and pulled on my arm softly.

“B-but wait, Cindy was going to let me try one more—AHHH!” she screamed, as I cut her off by lifting her up over my shoulder and walking with her upside down.

She began hitting my back. “Hey, let me down!! I have rights, you know.”

“Of course you do, Princess, but you told me you have the choice to be bad or good. How’s being bad working out for you now?” I asked with a smirk, and she scoffed.

“Go to hell, Lockwood,” she seethed, and I could tell she enjoyed this a bit too much. I sent a slap to her ass as I shook my head.

“Bad girl.”

She flinched in my arms and whined childishly. “You’re so mean.”

“I know I am. Are you going to be good now?” I asked, and she huffed.

“Fine. I’ll be good,” she muttered.

I let her down slowly as she kept her glare on me. Pulling her into my side, I ignored her complaints, and eventually, Nathan found us and brought us back to our room.

We entered, and she slipped out of her heels almost immediately. Taking off my suit jacket, I placed it on the chair as I removed my cufflinks and tie. Looking over to her, I could tell she was having trouble reaching the back of her dress. I pulled the zipper down for her, and her cheeks went red as she seemed to be sobering up a bit.

Placing a kiss on her temple, I tried to soothe her nerves. “We’re not doing anything right now, Princess, not until you’re ready, and not when you’re intoxicated. We had our fun tonight, but now it’s time for you to get some rest,” I assured her.

She visibly relaxed as she stepped out of her dress and practically sprinted into the closet. I smirked at her response and got fully undressed before pulling on a pair of joggers.

Lying on my side of the bed, I watched as she walked out of the closet and into the bathroom to wipe off her little bit of makeup. Eventually, she came out of the bathroom, and I allowed her to lay in my arms as she rested her head on my chest.

“My shirt suits you,” I remarked as she was in one of my t-shirts, and she nodded.

“It’s comfy… Also, remind me never to drink again,” she muttered sleepily, and I chuckled.

“Duly noted,” I mumbled as I gradually felt her breathing patterns starting to change.

She slowly drifted off, but I managed to catch her small whisper.

“Best night ever.”

I felt a wave of relief as she said that, and I whispered back, “It sure was.”

Walking into our room from the bathroom, I watched Delilah look out towards the balcony as she lay at the edge of the bed. We were planning on going to the beach, and although we were both ready, she still seemed a bit tired from last night. I watched as she graciously leaned to her other shoulder, and I approached her slowly.

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