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Zane just stood there, leaning on the wall by the bathroom, silently observing as I tried to take off my strappy high heels while singing the chorus, and fell over on thebed.
“See?” I kicked the shoes off and did my best to make it look like I’d meant to sit down. “Everyword.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So?” I stared at him expectantly. “Don’t you think if I was wasted, that would be the very, very first thing togo?”
His lips quirked. “That doesn’t make much sense,Maggie.”
“Yes it does!” I jumped to my feet. “Come on! Sing along. It won’t sound as terrible if you singit.”
“Can’t do it.” He shook his head slowly. “Promised you I’d never sing thatsong.”
Shit. That wastrue.
“Fine. But we’re not just calling it a night! I’m all amped up, and it’s yourfault.”
“Myfault?”
“Uh, yeah. You’re the one who dragged me out of bed and took me out on the town, married me, poured booze down my throat, bought me lap dance lessons, and sang karaoke to me. Now I’m not sleepy. Party withme.”
“Jesus,” he muttered. “Never thought I’d see theday.”
“Whatday?”
“The day you begged me to party withyou.”
“Whatever.” I paced to the other side of the room, but something snagged at me, drawing me back. “Wait. Wait just a sec…” I walked over to him, poking him in the chest. “Did you encourage me to drink all that booze so you wouldn’t touch me?” I looked down at myself and wondered how drunk I looked. “Is this like… Zane repellent, orsomething?”
He laughed shortly, but the look in his blue eyes was much less thanfunny.
Yeah. I’d hit that one on thehead.
Motherfucker had gotten me drunk on purpose so he wouldn’t fuckme.
“Shit. You’re such adick!”
“How am I a dick? You wanted to have some champagne, and why shouldn’t you? Why should you have to deal with Dizzysober?”
“Exactly!” I was so thrilled that he saw it the same way I did, I tossed myself against him, slapping my hands on his chest. “Come on, Zane! Get over it. I promise I won’t grope you. I just can’t go to bed right now. I’ll just lay there eating all those chocolates and being pissed at Dizzy and that’s fuckingstupid.”
He studied me, a bunch of shit going on behind his eyes that I couldn’t fathom. “Not worried about you groping me,Maggs.”
“Okay. Well, I’m not gonna let you grope me either. I’m notthatdrunk.” I wasn’t totally sure that I wasn’t, but whatever. “Just… I don’t know… get your shit together and smoke a joint or something, man. I needyou.”
His gaze slithered down my chest. I was still leaning on him, my breasts crushed against him. “Sure you want me to do that,babe?”
“Why not?” I asked casually, stepping back to put some space betweenus.
“Because I get horny as fuck when I smokeup.”
He wasn’t kidding. I could hear it in his voice. Could see it on hisface.
But I wasn’t some innocent victim here. I could keep my panties on if I wantedto.
I’d already kept them on for sixyears.
“You already smoked up when we were on the patio tonight, remember? And you managed to keep control ofyourself.”
