Page 65 of The Billionaire's Redemption

I clear my throat. “About what happened last night?—”

“You mean when you attacked me, told me you were my girlfriend, and then kicked my sister out because you wanted to suck my dick?”

Ethan’s crude words have me wincing. “Yeah, that.”

“What about it?” His voice carries a hint of amusement.

I fiddle with my fork, the metal cool against my fingertips. “Well, would an apology make things less awkward?”

I watch him lift his mug and take a sip, his amber eyes never leaving mine.

“And what would you be apologizing for?” His voice is measured.

I sink my teeth into my lower lip, racking my brain for what should be the right answer. “For jumping you?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” A single brow arches upward.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “Telling you?”

He sighs. “Why did you get drunk?”

Before I can answer that question, there’s a banging sound on the door, and I quickly jump to my feet, grateful for the interruption. “I’ll go answer that!”

Opening the door, I see Megan Wilder standing on the other side, her glossy dark hair framing a mischievous expression. “Hey. Nice morning, eh?”

I glare at her, hissing, “You got me drunk!”

She grins, not the least bit remorseful. “Did I? Oops. Hey, Ethan.”

“Let her in,” Ethan says, and I move aside to let Megan walk past me, the scent of her expensive perfume lingering in the air.

“So, how’d your night go?” She waggles her eyebrows at us, and I wish the earth would split open and drag me into its fiery depths.

“You got Natalie drunk,” Ethan states flatly.

Megan shrugs, dropping into one of the plush chairs. “Well, it’s not like I forced the alcohol down her throat. And she’s just so funny when she gets drunk. We were about to go to a karaoke bar when you showed up. So typical. Always ruining all the fun.”

“I asked you to do one thing, Megan.”

“Oh, that. I got a catalogue, but I think it would be better if we went ourselves. I decided to stay till the afternoon. I’mtaking Natalie shopping. Are you ready?” She directs the last question at me.

When she glances my way, I blink in confusion. “We’re going shopping?”

“I told you last night.” Megan shoots me an impatient look, one perfectly manicured hand playing with the pendant around her neck. “And I need your credit card, Ethan.”

She holds out her hand expectantly.

Ethan gets to his feet, his chair scraping against the floor. “I’m coming with you girls.”

His sister makes a face, her nose scrunching in disapproval. “No, you’re not. This is a girls’ outing. You don’t have the right body parts. Besides, I want to get to know your girlfriend.”

“I’m not?—”

“That’s not what you were saying last night,” Megan cuts me off with a snort. “In fact, you couldn’t shut up about my brother.”

When Ethan’s brows arch, I groan, mortification washing over me like a tidal wave. “I’m going to get changed. And I was drunk. I have no idea what I was saying.”

“Maybe I’ll remind you. You were praising how intelligent my brother was, and how hot he looks in his three-piece suits, and how you’d love to?—”