"Where are you taking me?"
Sienna Harrison lay in his arms and looked up at Jaysen Smith with her eyes, which were blurred by alcohol, falling on his icy face. She had no idea that the man was angry, "Are you going to take me to your house? I've already paid, and I won't give you a tip!"
She had paid? Given a tip?
How could this damn woman treat him like a part-time young master? He could disregard the fact that she was drunk, but now what?
She actually mistook him for someone else? A real young master!
If it weren't for the thin glasses separating them, Jaysen Smith's gaze could have burned her to death.
"I'll take you home!"
As soon as she said that, Jaysen Smith stuffed her in the back seat and found her restless in the backseat, so he carried her out and tied her to the passenger seat!
"No, no, I don't want to go home!"
