CHAPTER42
Oh boy, is it a breathtaking view!
His tie is draped casually around his shoulders, his white shirt open at the collar, his jacket discarded somewhere already.
Why did I never notice just how fuckable my boss is?
I hiccup. It feels funny in my throat and sounds so weird to me that it makes me giggle again.
I like being drunk; I’m lighter and more fun. It makes me think Jake is sex-worthy, and that’s pretty hilarious. I don’t find men a turn on at all, so that’s even funnier … well, except Jake! He’s the exception to the rule, in that everything he does is panty-warming and alluring, even standing staring at me as he is now.
I’m hit with a strange sound. It’s me! I’m laughing! I guess I find myself amusing; I sound so detached and not here.
I must be really drunk.
“Emma, I think you better get in bed. Come on.” He leans down to catch my hand from across my stomach, but I leave it floppy and weighted, so he gets nowhere pulling at it.
I don’t want to hold hands today, Carrero. You’re looking a bit too Casanova tonight.
When he picks it up again, he tugs, but I refuse to cooperate, deliberately going limp and weighing myself down.
Nope, I’m not going to hold hands with my hot boss while he’s swooning around looking all sexy on me.
I giggle again, too heavy and too comfy to move. I want to sleep on my fluffy floor. It’s nice here. It feels good.
“Wan sssstay right here,” I slur. I can hear it now and it amuses me even more. I’ve never heard myself slur before, never allowed myself to drink to the point of slurring.
I spot my hand held in front of me and prod dementedly at the air as if I’m trying to make a point, fascinated at the uncoordinated motion of my own limb as it waves above me. Everything feels dreamlike and warm, like these are someone else’s hands.
He frowns at me, and I have the urge to poke him between the eyebrows. They are too even and straight to be real.
“You prefer the hotel rug to a bed?” He can’t speak without smiling, so I guess he is finding me entertaining this way.
He has a beautiful smile. No! A gorgeous smile!
“Hmmm mmm hmmmm.” That was almost an answer, I think.
God, why did I drink so much brandy?
Everything is swaying and soft. If I close my eyes, maybe I’ll hear something soothing like the ocean, like I’m on the ocean.
Oh, yeah, the sperm donor and all those tidal waves of emotions I was trying to drown.
“Right, that’s it.” He bends down and slips his hands under me, hoisting me up effortlessly as though I weigh nothing. I’m too drunk to fight or squeal, and I’m being carried like a baby towards my room. Freaky Lisa comes to mind and I wonder if this is part of her fetish fantasies; it makes me giggle some more."
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