Licking her split lip, still tasting the remnants of alcohol, Briana asked, "You're drunk, aren't you?"
Scott's gaze was fixed on her, intense and unyielding, without a word in response.
Pushing for clarity, Briana added, "You're not just messing with me, are you?"
With a scoff, Scott let her go, relaxing his grip and loosening his tie. "Do you honestly think I am?"
"How could I not?" Briana pondered aloud, genuinely puzzled.
Scott's stare turned icy. "You don't like me, so what? You have feelings for Desmond?"
Briana stressed again, "Mr. Fisher, there's absolutely nothing between Desmond and me. Plus, he's engaged now. I'd appreciate it if you stopped insinuating something more about our relationship."
Scott's voice was cool and measured. "Really?"
"Absolutely."
"Oh? So whom did
