George Bishop pulled up to the entrance of his luxurious penthouse, the city lights flickering across the sleek exterior of his car. He glanced over at Sonia Winter, who had fallen asleep, her head tilted back against the headrest, her lips slightly parted as her breaths came slow and deep. She was so drunk that she didn’t stir as the engine stopped or when the soft ding of the car door opening broke the silence.
With a sigh, George stepped out of the car and rounded to her side. Carefully, he unlatched her seatbelt and gently lifted her into his arms. Sonia’s body was warm and limp against him, her head lolling onto his shoulder. George could smell the faint trace of alcohol on her breath mixed with her sweet perfume, a scent that seemed to cling to the cool night air as he carried her t
