Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

. . . and then she trips. I catch her before she kisses the floor instead of me.

“Okay, I think it’s time to go,” I grunt out, then call to Bianca, “Can I drive Presley home?”

“Fine with me. I was planning to leave with my guy.” Bianca looks over toward a guy seated in the booth nursing a beer, then pats Presley on her flushed cheek. “Just make sure to text me when you get home, okay, babe?”

Presley flashes her an unsteady thumbs-up.

I give my ticket to the valet and wait with her at the front doors until it arrives, then escort her outside and into the passenger seat. She drapes herself over me as soon as I’ve slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door.

“Sorry, guess I had too much,” she mumbles into my ear.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re highly entertaining and educational.” For instance, I’ve learned tonight that copious amounts of alcohol make Presley extremely silly and touchy-feely. The surprises never end.

She pouts. “Are you laughing at me?”

“You’re tough enough to take it.” I peck her on the cheek.

She shakes her head, now smiling at me.

The drive to Presley’s apartment takes less than twenty minutes, and then I’m helping her up the front steps and inside.

I head to the kitchen and retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge for her. “Here. Drink this. You need to sober up.”

She smirks at me, accepting the water bottle. “Yes, Dad.”

can’t help but chuckle. “I am

laughs harder. “You sure are, and an

head, I

water and meets

as

for coming to my rescue tonight,” she adds with a

we get you to

the

and sags in the middle. A thin cotton blanket is draped over the back of

frown. “You sleep on a

Keep in mind that until

“I guess that’s true.”

are unpaid has never bothered me before now. Mostly because I’ve never considered what that means, or the sacrifices people

bed for her, draping the white sheet I find

the front and her hair wild around her shoulders. I watch as she strips off her work clothes and then help her tug an oversize

hips and help her across

tonight,” she says, giving me an exaggerated wink once

didn’t plan on sleeping with her while she was in this . . . state, but still,

have no idea if she’s about to tell me she’s on her period, or maybe that she’s too drunk for sex, which I would agree with, but instead

confuses things between us.

let her lean on me as she adjusts the blankets to

dressed in a T-shirt that nearly reaches her knees, she looks smaller, and even more innocent somehow. “You won’t

What in the world?