CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
SCARLET’S POV
It felt undeniably comfy and I would have snuggled deeper if it hadn’t immediately hit me that I was still at my office. Wait, how the hell did the table become so comfy? Last I remember, my head was lying on top of my desk. My eyes shot open and almost immediately, a surprised gasp left my lips. Reed was sitting on my chair, his jaw grinded and clearly under the influence of alcohol judging from the half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his left hand and almost empty glass in his right hand.
“Jesus! You scared the crap out of me,” I whispered, my heart still ramming fast as I sat up. I didn’t remember moving to the couch. Could he have perhaps been the one who carried me there? I didn’t get the chance to ask before his deeply angry yet suppressed calm v
