Cassie was blue. He had been emailing back and forth with Cassie Smith, the goddamn PR account manager, for months. He had been losing his mind since he couldn't find her even though she had been there the entire time.
Fuck.
Would only he had known her name. However, wasn't that the purpose of that evening? Because his filthy stepbrother had hurt her, she had wanted to bury herself in anonymous s*x. What a mess, by God. Before things became more difficult, he ought to have left at this point.
To gaze at her, he turned his head. Her long, black lashes were resting on her lovely, flawless cheeks as she slept off on his shoulder. Her eyes were closed. The pulse in her throat beat steadily, reminding him of what it felt like to have his mouth there. Her mouth was slightly parted, and her fu
