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bit too much to drink herself.
    He excused himself from Neil, who gave him a knowing grin and stepped out to meet her approach. A good idea, since, when she was only few feet away from him, she stumbled. Setting his beer bottle on the table next to him, he caught her at the elbows to steady her and tried not to notice how her soft skin pimpled into goose bumps under his fingers.
    “Hey, you don’t need to catch me all the time.”
    Her breath was a warm breeze on his face twisted with the fragrance of alcohol and orange juice. Yep, she’d definitely been indulging.
    “Then quit falling all over me.” It took all his strength to not pull her closer to him. Even drunk, she was tempting and sexy as fuck.
    “You wish.” She shrugged out of his grasp. God, if his hands didn’t feel empty without her in them. “I need to say something to you.”
    Seth chuckled. “Of course you do.”
    She placed her fists on her hips, attempting—he suspected—to look threatening. Instead she looked even more adorable. He wanted nothing more than to throw her across the buffet table and ravage her. Not stand and take whatever insult she planned on dishing out next and pretend that each curt word didn’t make his dick harder.
    He retrieved his bottle from the table and prepared himself with a long swig.
    “You are such an arrogant…Wow! Ipswich Ale. I’m impressed.”
    “What? Did you expect me to be drinking something domestic like Coors or Bud? Because if that’s what the bar had, I’d be just as happy with one of those.”
    She scowled. “No. Ipswich is just one of my favorite beers.” Her words slurred together. “God, do you really think I’m that shallow?”
    Yes, he did.
    Or maybe he didn’t. She certainly had a superiority complex, but she also had that vulnerability that kept appearing under her mask of self-confidence. He’d glimpsed it that first night he’d met her, then again when she’d asked for his drill. And every time he’d kissed her.
    And when she’d practically begged for him to say he liked her.
    Especially then, and he’d done nothing but disappoint her.
    Thinking about that made his head swim. Or the ale did. Either way, he pushed the thought aside. “What did you have to say to me, Heather?”
    She frowned as she tried to remember. Then her eyes lit up and she pointed a long finger at him. “You are a fucking arrogant asswipe…”
    His cock strained against his jeans. “You’ll understand if I don’t want to stick around for this.” He brushed past her, needing to get away from her before he acted on his drunken desire, but unable to do so without touching her one last time.
    “Don’t interrupt my apology.”
    Apology? He turned back to her. “This is an apology?”
    “It might be.” Her eyes clouded. “If I can remember my next line…” Leaning against the table with one hand, she brought her other hand up to rub her forehead.
    Shit, she really was drunk. Moral duty burst through his foggy brain. “Heather, how are you getting home? You aren’t driving, are you?”
    She looked at him, uncertainty in her eyes. After a minute her face cleared. She reached into the cleavage of her dress and pulled out a key card.
    Yeah, that wasn’t hot at all.
    She waved the key in front of his face with triumph. “I’m staying in the hotel.”
    Thank God. There was no way she’d make it farther than that without causing a scene. He didn’t even know if she could make it inside the building in her current state. “Do you need help getting to your room?”
    “Are you offering to take me?” She smiled mischievously, and grabbed his shirt collar. “Because if you’re trying to get me in bed, all you had to do is ask.”
    His cock leapt at her husky throwback to the line he’d given her the night before. Why did she have to be such a damn sex kitten? He’d thought he couldn’t resist her when she was a mega bitch. If she was going to play seductress, he had no chance.
    Except, sexy as she