Liam tilted his head back, the haze of alcohol clouding his senses. His cheeks were flushed with a warm, inviting hue, and the faint marks left by his glasses lingered at the corners of his eyes.
His tie hung loosely around his neck like a dying snake, and the open collar of his shirt revealed glimpses of his chest, rising and falling with his breath. This disheveled appearance added an unexpected allure to his usually vibrant persona.
As he swallowed, his Adam's apple moved up and down, tracing an enticing curve on his pale skin. Mandy's gaze was fixed on it, a surge of inexplicable excitement coursing through her.
His slender, fair neck seemed to hold a fatal attraction, making her fingers tremble slightly with the urge to reach out.
She mused silently to herself, imagining how that neck might feel under her fingers, her mind already picturing the scene vividly.
Just as her hand began to move, seemingly drawn by an invisible force towards Liam's neck, his voice, husky and muddled, broke the silence. "Who... are you?" he asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.
Had he forgotten her already after just a day? Or was he simply too drunk to remember?
A playful, almost teasing smile played on her lips, and her long fingers gracefully changed course, instead clasping his chin with a firm grip.
The slender curve of her back arched slightly, her white shirt clinging to her form and highlighting the elegant line of her spine.
With a raised eyebrow, her eyes danced with mischief, as if she were playfully toying with a docile puppy.
"Sir, don't you remember me?" she teased.
Liam was indeed very drunk, his vision blurred and doubled, unable to catch the nuances in Mandy's tone.
Feeling uncomfortable, he swatted her hand away and attempted to stand, swaying unsteadily on his feet.
His shoes scraped noisily against the floor as he stumbled forward, nearly falling over.
Mandy quickly reached out, wrapping an arm around his slim waist and giving it a light squeeze, inwardly marveling, "Wow, those abs are really something."
Liam let out a soft grunt of pain, frowning deeply as he tried to shake the fog from his mind, but it was like a swarm of bees buzzing relentlessly inside his head, making it impossible to focus.
"Get... off," he mumbled, his voice thick with intoxication.
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