Page 14 of Perdition

Fuck…how much had he drunk? Seriously, rum fucked him up but good.

Probably not a good idea to drink that shit that makes you forget in a room full of people who won’t.

“Sarah,” he repeated, his gaze catching on the way her smile curled just a bit at the edges, her lips a lush fiery red.

A runaway thought skittered to a stop in his brain.

What would it be like to kiss those lips? What would they taste like? Would they taste like they looked; hot and spicy, or would they be sweet and warm…like Em’s lips.

Em…he’d only ever kissed Emily.

He’d only ever been with Emily, his first…his only….

“Frost…you look so lonely over here, drinking all by yourself,” Sarah cooed, leaning close, offering those plump tits to him like a buffet.

Fuck…why was his mouth watering? She wasn’t Em, his Bloom…so why was his body responding? Why was his cock thickening in his jeans?

Leaning back, Frost drew in a long breath—mistake! His scenes filled with Sarah’s scent, suddenly heady, suddenly overwhelming his brain.

Goddamn, what was in that rum?

You’re drunk, asshole! Get up and go to your room—sleep this off! Don’t do something you’ll regret!

“Actually,” he began, “I’m headed upstairs. I’ve had enough for the night.”

Sarah’s hand on his arm squeezed him as she peered up at him through the fan of her thick, black lashes.

“Are you sure? I can help you upstairs, and we can talk…” she offered, and he was unable, even as drunk as he was, to miss the sultry promise in those words. “You know I’m a good listener.” She licked her lips, and he nearly groaned. “When was the last time someone listened to you? Took care of you? Took care of your needs?”

Alert! Alert! Shit’s going down!

He was drunk as fuck, but he couldn’t miss the emphasis on her words. How long had it been since someone had just listened to him, taken care of him…seen to his needs?

Em was so fucking busy—and pissed—he hadn’t felt like one half of a partnership in months.

His gaze pinned to the gorgeous woman pressed against him, and his thoughts…slipped.

She looked so fucking good…and Em….

Em! My wife! The sexiest, most beautiful woman he’d ever seen!

He pushed to his feet, pressing his hands against the bar to stop himself from swaying.

Why the hell had he drunk so much?

Without any finesse whatsoever, he jerked himself from Sarah’s hold over him, and stumbled away from the bar.

“Goodnight,” he called over his shoulder, hoping Sarah got the message.

He was going to bed alone.

Fuck.

Alone. Again.

He just hoped Emily never found out about how he’d…slipped.

In the conference room, he could feel their gazes, burning into him, judging him, disappointed in him.