Page 15 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

Sophie stirs a little bit and looks up. “Maisie!”

“Hey, Soph. It’s time to call it a night,” Maisie laughs as she reaches for Sophie’s hands and pulls her off my lap. Sophie falls into her.

“Why don’t I help you get her to the car?” I say, grabbing Sophie’s shoulders to steady her. She leans back against me.

Joe steps between us. “Seb, you can’t leave with a drunk girl. Too many cameras here.”

“We have a suite upstairs,” Maisie says, pointing to her bride crown. “My bachelorette party. I think I can get her up to the room myself.”

“Joe, get her to the elevators.” I pass Sophie off to him. “I’ll meet you there.”

“Seb,” Joe says, raising his eyebrows.

“Just do it. It’ll be fine. I want to make sure they get up there safely.”

I sit back down to give the crowd time to put their phones away. I wait a few minutes before I take a roundabout way to the elevators—the rest of Joe’s security team following behind me. The elevators are hidden behind a row of palms. As I duck behind them, I see Joe holding a door open.

“Sep!” Sophie dives into my open arms as I walk in.

“Hi, Soph.” I wrap my arms around her. “You doing okay?”

“I don’t feel good, Sep.”

“I know. You’re going to feel a lot worse tomorrow.”

She groans against my chest as her legs buckle. I sweep her into my arms as the elevator door opens.

“Wait.” Joe holds his hand up to block me from walking out. He turns to Maisie. “What room are you in?”

“602.”

“Go unlock it and wait for us there with the door open.” Maisie looks from him to me.

“We’ll be down in a second,” I say, nodding my head toward Joe. “He’s just doing his job. We don’t want anyone to get a picture of this—for her sake, too. Believe me.”

Joe looks up and down the hallway a few more times and then motions me toward the room. Maisie’s waiting for us at the door.

“Here,” she says, pointing at one of the attached bedrooms off the suite. “Let’s put her in this bedroom. It has its own bathroom. She’s probably going to need it tonight.”

Maisie runs ahead of me and fluffs the pillows on the bed.

“You’re cute,” Sophie says as I place her on the bed.

“Yeah, you’re cute, too.” I brush her hair off her face as she smiles up at me.

“But you don’t want to kiss me,” she sighs.

I pull the covers up to her chin. “I want to—believe me.”

“But I’m drunk.”

“Yes, you are,” I whisper, “and you need to go to sleep.”

“I’ll go to sleep if you kiss me.” She tries to wink at me but just scrunches up her face instead. It’s so cute.

I shake my head. “Do you promise?”

“Yes,” she whispers, tilting her head and smiling.

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