The CEO's Proposition

nge. "You jerk!" I yell, my voice louder than I intend. The room falls silent, and every pai

, impossible to contain. I know I'm drunk, but honestly, I don't give a

I walk in here. Tight red dress, hair slicked back, the olive glow of my skin catching the dim lights. I know I'm a sp

my life. I've been coming here way too often lately, but can you blame me? Two days ago, I found out my ex-James, the

crap. The bastard had me dreaming of honeymoons and forever, all while plotting to drain my ac

bartender, raising my em

ance and concern. "Careful, Sara. You're already ti

him off. "Who cares? I

alf warning, half pity. "Look, I'm not carryin

blood boil. "Ugh, don't mention that idiot!"

points out, his voice dripping with

tle down. The sound echoes in my ears. All I can think about

mbag! You used me! You think you can just steal from me and walk away? You've got

e he's trying to calm a wild animal. "You ne

crystal clear. "Who are you to tell me what to do?" My voice is s

already given up. "If you overdo it and somet

!" I demand, swaying slightly. My world might be falling apart, but tonight

line of his mouth, the way his thick brows knit together in frustration. He's my friend, s

r in obvious irritation. I snatch it up immediately, popping the cap with shaky fingers. The

my voice loud and une

away to wipe down glasses. "You're crazy,

Do you know who I am, Mark? I'm the best

up, his voice drippin

ak for themselves. Everyone knows I'm Boss Peter's favorite. Every

ing I'm not making a scene. Typical Mark. He always avoids confronta

ging out, people dancing like they don't have work in the morning. The DJ turns

old it out to Mark. "Another one," I demand, sl

mind. You've had enough," he says sharply

r. "What's your problem? I'm paying for it, aren

y instead, his tone low and steady. "I'm your friend, Sara. That's my problem. Look at y

m off. "Stop lecturing me

ou think I'm giving you another bottle, you're wrong. Get some wa

ling slightly as I head for the dance

illing over my shoulders as I move to the beat, letting the alcohol numb everythin

o the rhythm. Around me, people are just as drunk, just as

I fee

g, locked on me. I glance up, my mo

to pierce through the haze of alcohol. Broad shoulders, an easy smile. H

ing me, and I