Before she could talk herself out of it, she hit call.
It rang three times before his deep voice answered. "Lydia?"
"Ethan Laurent," she drawled, suddenly finding his full name hilarious. "Ethan. Laurent."
There was a pause. "Are you drunk?"
"No!" she lied, then giggled. "Maybe a little. Okay, a lot. But that is not important."
"Where are you?" His voice had taken on a sharper edge.
"I need to tell you something," she continued, ignoring his question. "You are very sexy. Did you know that? So sexy. And hot. Everyone thinks so. Everyone."
"Lydia…"
"And you know what else? So am I. Many guys have told me I am attractive tonight. So many. So I think the problem is you. You are the problem."
"What are you talking about?" He sounded tense now.
"I am not who you p
