Chapter 24
SAWYER
I should have sprung for a separate hotel room.
Maybe if I had, the Hilton’s new installed carpet in the hotel room I booked wouldn’t be as wrecked as the current state of my career.
The drunken woman in my arms is apologetic as I close the door behind us. But an apology won’t erase the champagne stains from the luxe beige material beneath our feet as we stumble into the foyer of the giant suite, her loud laughter bouncing off the walls.
She holds the champagne bottle over her head, almost dropping it again, but she’s too drunk to care.
Too drunk to remember my name.
Too drunk to call it out if she did.
I release my hands from her waist, staring down at her, fishing for an excuse to get her to calm down. Or at least put the bottle down.
I lick my lips.
“Well, th
