Daniel Cooper tightened his arm around her and pulled her into his embrace, his voice husky and tinged with a hint of laughter, "I'm here negotiating a contract. The location was chosen by the client. I heard from Nathan Taylor that you were also here, so I came down to check on you."
Coming down to check on her meant he must have been upstairs before, and upstairs were the VIP suites.
The arm wrapped around her waist was so close that Amelia felt a bit uncomfortable, so she pushed against his chest to struggle free, only to be held even tighter.
Amelia, "..."
Forget it. He's unreasonable enough when he's sober; once he's drunk, there's no reasoning with him at all.
Daniel lifted his free hand to stroke her hair, then lowered his head to bury his face in her hair, taking a deep breath, and whispered huskily by her ear, "Come home with me tonight, okay? I'm drunk, you take me home."
Amelia, "..."
As expected, he was drunk.
