"James." I slurred my word a little.
"Lorraine, have you been drinking?" He came inside and cupped my face.
"Yes, just a couple glass of reds. I'm self-medicating. I've told you about this already, I'm good. I'm wearing my flats, I can walk straight. The alcohol will burn out by the time we arrive at the restaurant, where ever it is we're going to. So, you better make it a bit further." I was grinning wide at him.
"Why don't we just order in okay? And why are you still self-medicating? Adriana already confirmed the transfer." I winced hearing him.
"Ah...this is what it's all about. Look, Lori, you've signed the contract. I thought you're majoring in business?"
He was trailing his hand down to my neck, the other one to my back and down to my ass.
He expertly took my body close to him.
