Chapter 271

Cassandra froze mid-struggle. Tonight, because she showed up late, Damien had downed three penalty shots for her, then kept sipping strong liquor while playing cards.

She suddenly remembered Elijah Pegg’s birthday last time—she’d run into Damien outside the restroom, and he’d acted weird then, too…

So turns out, he just gets drunk easily.

Without warning, Damien buried his face into the curve of her neck. A devious smile tugged at his lips—hidden from her view—and in a voice low and gentle like a cello string, he murmured slowly like a lover whispering sweet nothings, “Sugar, you smell amazing.”

Cassandra went stiff like someone had zapped her.

His hot breath tickled her skin right where her neck met her shoulder, like someone was trailing a feather there. It sent a shiver down her spine.

Her already flushed face instantly went beet red. Deep inside, she cursed. Damn it, this guy’s drunk and horny, and now he’s trying to pull some moves on her.