Taylor giggled girlishly as she raised another glass of wine. “To the future of our companies!”
The people at the table cheered, clicked their glass together and then gulped down their glass of wine. She did the same, offering and giving so many toasts until she could barely see. In a blink of an eye, only she and two other men remained at the suite. Taylor wanted to leave and could barely find her way out.
“Stay back,” one of the men, Mr. Simpson crooned. “Let’s talk more about our business ventures, Miss Laurent. I’ve been thinking of expanding my hotel, you know. We could use a few cosmetics from you.”
Taylor smiled drunkenly and reached for her phone. “I have to call my husband. Hold on a minute.”
After the call with Liam, she felt even more furious. A few hours? She couldn’t wait
