A pair of strong arms suddenly reached from behind, locking around her waist and pulling her into a firm, burning embrace. The familiar, dangerous scent of cedar wrapped around her.
"Let me take you home," Adrian murmured against her ear.
Aria pushed at him, but her strength gave out halfway. "No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Shaw. I can manage."
Her forced bravado made Adrian chuckle. The next second, his arms tightened, and with a swift motion, he lifted her into a bridal carry. She was light in his arms, her body impossibly soft.
He glanced down at her. Her tolerance was still terrible. He had no idea how she managed to keep her job as a secretary. When he wasn't around, had she gotten drunk like this too?
A dark heat flared low in his abdomen, and he had the sudden urge to pin her
