Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

. . . and then she trips. I catch her before she kisses the floor instead of me.

“Okay, I think it’s time to go,” I grunt out, then call to Bianca, “Can I drive Presley home?”

“Fine with me. I was planning to leave with my guy.” Bianca looks over toward a guy seated in the booth nursing a beer, then pats Presley on her flushed cheek. “Just make sure to text me when you get home, okay, babe?”

Presley flashes her an unsteady thumbs-up.

I give my ticket to the valet and wait with her at the front doors until it arrives, then escort her outside and into the passenger seat. She drapes herself over me as soon as I’ve slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door.

“Sorry, guess I had too much,” she mumbles into my ear.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re highly entertaining and educational.” For instance, I’ve learned tonight that copious amounts of alcohol make Presley extremely silly and touchy-feely. The surprises never end.

She pouts. “Are you laughing at me?”

“You’re tough enough to take it.” I peck her on the cheek.

She shakes her head, now smiling at me.

The drive to Presley’s apartment takes less than twenty minutes, and then I’m helping her up the front steps and inside.

I head to the kitchen and retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge for her. “Here. Drink this. You need to sober up.”

She smirks at me, accepting the water bottle. “Yes, Dad.”

help but chuckle. “I

harder. “You sure are, and an extremely hot dad. You’re

my head, I laugh with

finishes her water and meets my eyes. “Thank you

she means the promotion, but as I told her before,

rescue tonight,” she adds with

Should we get

toward the couch. “We’re

A thin cotton blanket is draped over the back of it, and a

frown. “You sleep on

Keep in mind that until today, I was working full-time in an unpaid

“I guess that’s true.”

now. Mostly because I’ve never considered what that means, or the sacrifices people would have to make. One of those sacrifices—at

Deciding to make myself useful, I make up her bed for her, draping the white sheet I find folded on the coffee table

as she strips off her work clothes and then help her tug an oversize T-shirt over her head. She’s still a little unsteady, and I don’t know why, but I find her drunken

hips and help her across

can’t have sex with you tonight,” she says, giving me an exaggerated

. .” I’m somewhat taken aback since I didn’t plan on sleeping with her while she was in this . .

maybe that she’s too drunk for sex, which I would agree with,

between us.

the blankets to her liking while I turn that

smaller, and even more innocent somehow. “You won’t buy the cow if you’re already getting the milk for free,”

What in the world?