Megan made sure that Ivan sat down steadily. His face was blushing from the alcohol. She knew he seemed less drunk just because he refused to let people know that he was drunk. He probably drunk more than all the men added up together.
"Do you want a hot towel?" Megan asked softly.
When she stood up and turned away, however, Ivan suddenly grabbed her wrist. She turned around and fell her gaze on his big hand, struggling a little, "Mr. Hendrix, let me go, you're drunk."
Ivan pulled her in his arms the next second.
The next Megan knew she was sitting on his lap…
At that moment, that familiar feeling came back…
Megan was quite skinny. When she was sitting on his lap, he could barely feel her weight.
Her waist was so tiny in his palm. Her body was soft and warm against his. Ivan kne
