Andrew's fingers dug into my arm, hard enough to bruise. He shoved me back until the railing bit into my spine. Cold air hit my bare shoulders. I kept my jaw locked, refusing to give him a reaction.
I planted both hands against his chest and pushed. He didn't move.
"Did you really think that was a one-time thing, Tamara?" His breath hit my cheek, thick with scotch.
"Get your hands off me, Andrew." I shoved again, heels skidding on the wet stone. "The ballroom's full of people. Go find someone who wants to hear you talk.”
"Talk?" He laughed, low and grating, the sound vibrating through his suit jacket into my fingertips. He stepped closer, pinning me against the carved stone ledge. "You didn't learn your lesson the last time I backed you against a wall, did you? You thought running to J
