Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2) novel Chapter 25

. . . and then she trips. I catch her before she kisses the floor instead of me.

“Okay, I think it’s time to go,” I grunt out, then call to Bianca, “Can I drive Presley home?”

“Fine with me. I was planning to leave with my guy.” Bianca looks over toward a guy seated in the booth nursing a beer, then pats Presley on her flushed cheek. “Just make sure to text me when you get home, okay, babe?”

Presley flashes her an unsteady thumbs-up.

I give my ticket to the valet and wait with her at the front doors until it arrives, then escort her outside and into the passenger seat. She drapes herself over me as soon as I’ve slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door.

“Sorry, guess I had too much,” she mumbles into my ear.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re highly entertaining and educational.” For instance, I’ve learned tonight that copious amounts of alcohol make Presley extremely silly and touchy-feely. The surprises never end.

She pouts. “Are you laughing at me?”

“You’re tough enough to take it.” I peck her on the cheek.

She shakes her head, now smiling at me.

The drive to Presley’s apartment takes less than twenty minutes, and then I’m helping her up the front steps and inside.

I head to the kitchen and retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge for her. “Here. Drink this. You need to sober up.”

She smirks at me, accepting the water bottle. “Yes, Dad.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “I am a dad.”

Presley laughs harder. “You sure are, and an extremely hot dad. You’re like a DILF.”

Shaking my head, I laugh with her.

She finishes her water and meets my eyes. “Thank you for everything.”

I’m assuming she means the promotion, but as I told her before, she earned it.

“And for coming to my rescue tonight,” she adds with a nod.

“You’re very welcome. Should we get you to bed? Where’s your room?”

She nods toward the couch. “We’re in it.”

The tan sofa is ancient looking and sags in the middle. A thin cotton blanket is draped over the back of it, and a pillow is shoved into one corner.

I frown. “You sleep on a couch?”

Presley waves her hand. “Yes, and don’t look so scandalized, Mr. CEO. Keep in mind that until today, I was working full-time in an unpaid position.”

“I guess that’s true.”