As he said this, he leaned towards Arabella, who recoiled backwards to avoid him. But the smell of alcohol on his breath had already reached her, and her voice sliced through his words, icy cold and filled with authority.
“I think you should go home, Mr. Bertam. Whatever we need to discuss can be done directly at the office.”
Zane’s smile flickered, but the hesitation lasted only for a second. After that, he quickly replaced it with another attempt at his obnoxious charm, like she hadn't just asked him to leave.
“Why wait a whole night? I am giving you the wonderful chance to enjoy my company right now. Who knows what might happen tomorrow?”
He winked, holding up the wine bottle again like he was sure she would be tempted to say yes.
Meanwhile, there was disgust and only disgust i
