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 am a

and an extremely hot dad. You’re

head, I laugh with

meets my eyes. “Thank you for

as I told

for coming to my rescue tonight,” she adds

get

nods toward the

is ancient looking and sags in the middle. A thin cotton blanket is draped over

sleep on a

“Yes, and don’t look so scandalized, Mr. CEO. Keep in mind that until today, I was working full-time

“I guess that’s true.”

considered what that means, or the sacrifices people would have to make. One of those sacrifices—at least in Presley’s case—being a bed, or any

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

watch as she strips off her work clothes and then help

place my hands on her hips and help her across

you tonight,” she says, giving

while she was in this .

if she’s about to tell me she’s on her period, or maybe that

things between us.

she adjusts the blankets to

knees, she looks smaller, and even more innocent somehow. “You won’t buy the cow if you’re already getting the milk

What in the world?