My attempt to pull away from Adrian fails as his arm tightens around my waist. “Not so fast, Miss Wilson,” he grunts softly. “Unless you want to end up with a concussion.”
I try one more time, glaring at him when he doesn’t budge. “What do you care? It would keep you from having to see me, wouldn’t it? You won’t have to bother about my lack of social etiquettes and how much of a sore thumb I am.”
My words slur as I speak and the anger in my voice is nothing compared to how it sounds in my head.
Adrian’s brow lifts a fraction as he leans closer. “Have you…been drinking?”
Duh? I shrug. “Why? I didn’t get it from the bar, if that’s what your worried about. And I haven’t assaulted any of your guests yet,” I say snappily, sarcasm and frustration evident in my voice. “So, you can let me
