Chapter 18
SAWYER
She’s completely drunk.
Not like she was at the Alchemist.
Not this. This is way worse.
She was inebriated at Sevin’s pub, but it was the sight of blood that actually put her over. But this?
This is good old-fashioned one-too-many-glasses-of-red-wine syndrome swirling in her veins. And after I finally extract her from the dance floor where she can’t stop gyrating those curvy hips, I prepare to take Naomi on the long trek back to my penthouse, guiding her stumbling steps down the street.
She holds onto my arm. “I still think we should have stayed for a few more songs.”
“The club was closing, kitty.”
“Or we could have given Rosalyn a ride.”
“She already caught one with Chris.”
“Or we could have caught a ride ourselves.”
I roll my eyes. “I already called one for
