Jared
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Work dinners were supposed to be controlled. This was the version of myself everyone trusted because it never slipped. But the night blurred somewhere between the third glass and the private room, and by the time we stood up to leave, the world felt tilted and way too blurry.
, my assistant, was the one who noticed first, of course. I vaguely remember insisting I was fine, insisting I could walk, insisting on everything I clearly could not do.
I told you to pace yourself,you said under your breath, annoyed but focused. I smirked, lazy and unfocused, because even drunk I couldn’t resist it.
I did,I said.
The alcohol disagreed.You had that tight, patient look on your face as you helped me out of the restaurant, one arm braced around my waist. The driver opened the car door, deliberately looking anywhere but at us.
Jared,you muttered, trying to shift my weight.
Work with me.I meant to. I really did. But my focus slipped at the worst possible moment. Your body was right there, closer than it ever should’ve been, and your dress tugging as you braced for more of my weight. Even drunk, even off-balance, the thought crossed my mind with arrogant clarity.
- has no idea what she does.*
The things I’d do to you…I mumbled. I felt you freeze instantly, your body going rigid against mine. I blinked, slow, watching your face shift from concentration to shock, realizing far too late that I’d said it out loud.
I—I shook my head, trying to claw my way back to composure that was no longer there.
That didn’t— I didn’t mean—
I’m drunk,I added, like that explained everything.
Ignore me.