The man's tone sounded gentle and tender, but Amelia could feel the dissatisfaction and blatant dominance seeping through, especially since his voice was abnormally husky.
She cast her eyes downward to the area below the man's belt and instinctively took a step back, "Daniel, you're drunk..."
"Am I?" Before she could steady herself, she was enveloped by the man's long arms around her waist, easily pulling her into his embrace, his black eyes drunk with sensuality, "I've kept myself sober for years, so getting drunk for a change, with a beauty in my arms, is just right for some post-drunk frolics, and with the help of alcohol, you might enjoy it even more."
Amelia, "..."
Such nonsense, to be this drunk...
"Mason Hawkins isn't even here, is he?"
Even the slowest to catch on would have realized by now; despite his tendency to speak nonsense in her presence, this man was always very possessive. If there had been a third person in the room, he wouldn't have been so uninhibited.
