He loved the optics. Having a stunning, slightly tipsy woman draped over his side during a high-stakes sit-down fed his ego, projecting absolute control while keeping his associate off-guard.
To lock his focus onto me, I leaned in closer, brushing my shoulder against his chest. I let my lips trail up along his jawline line, nipping lightly at his earlobe before whispering against his skin. "If you're going to keep me around, you at least have to drink with me."
Roman’s breath hitched, a dark, satisfied glint flaring in his eyes as he turned his head to face me. "Is that so?"
"I think so," I purred, reaching into my corset to pull out another crisp bill, sliding it to the waitress who had stepped up to the booth. "Bring us a salt shaker, a lemon wedge, and three shots of tequila."
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