Page 35 of Take 2
My eyes narrow, and I lean into him as I poke his chest. “You’re just saying that.”
“Why would I do that?”
The elevator opens, and I loop my arm through his firm one to support myself on the walk down the hall. “Because you don’t want me to realize you just gotmedrunk.”
“It’s actually against my own purposes to get you drunk.” He reaches into my purse and takes out the key to tap the lock. It blinks green, and we stumble into my room. Or I stumble. I’m not convinced he isn’t stone sober.
He walks me to the bed, where I drop as ungracefully as possible, but I’m still offended when he immediately turns away and goes into the bathroom. He returns with aspirin and a French brand of water that probably costs more than the whole bottle of pills.
I swallow two with a swig of water and look up at him. “Weren’t you trying to get me in bed?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“It was implied.”
“Not like this.” He gently removes my hand from the waistband of his pants, whichwent there without my permission.“You’re a little drunk.”
“You’re supposedly a little drunk, too.” I said ‘supposedly’ right. I’m sure of it.
“Also a problem.”
I pull myself up to my knees so I’m close-ish to his height. I brace my hands on his broad shoulders and try to focus on his eyes. “You want me.”
“Of course I do.”
“So here I am.”
He shakes his head. “If you’re not going to be able to walk straight afterwards, it’s not going to be because of wine.” Only Preston Greene would be mean enough to say sexy things as he turns me down.
I run my hand through his hair and frown.
“What?” he asks.
“Your hair is so freaking soft. It’s not fair. Why do you get to have better hair than me?”
“I don’t.” He brushes my hair behind my ear. “Your hair is beautiful.”
I lose myself in his eyes and figure I should always be drunk so I can get away with this. “This is the part where you kiss me.”
He smiles and kisses my forehead. Then he gently pushes me back down onto my ass and takes my shoes off.
I pout at his tender actions. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.”
“Damn actors going off script.”
He reaches around me, and a chuckle escapes him as he unzips the back of my dress. “I’m no actor.”
“Of course you are. You’reactinglike you don’t want me.”
Backed away from his task, his eyes settle on my face. “Actually, I’m doing a terrible job of hiding that I want you way too much.”
“Very un-Bond-like of you.” I slide my hand up his chest to rest it on his neck.
“Not like those are the only movies filmed here, Mira.”
“Wasn’t one of theFifty Shadesmovies set here?”
