Lucian's face fell slightly.
“I'll leave you to your work, Mr. Farwell. I'm just here for a drink.
Don't feel the need to entertain me."
Roxanne inclined her head at him before turning to head to the bar.
The bar was filled with expensive wine, as they were in a presidential suite worthy of the name. Some bottles were even vintage.
Roxanne did not know much about wine other than red wine was a sleeping aid. After perusing the selection, she opened a bottle at random.
When Lucian heard the sound of a bottle opening, he turned around to glance at Roxanne's back. Although he could not see which bottle she had opened, he reminded her, “Red wine will cause a massive hangover. Don't drink too much.”
Roxanne grunted nonchalantly in response.
The sound of Roxanne pouring herself wine was the only thing audible in the ensuing silence of the suite.
Lucian's attention was so focused on her that the contents of his email did not register to him.
Roxanne quickly finished a glass of wine, but she did not feel any drowsiness during a pause for a few seconds to reflect upon her sobriety.
Exasperated, she poured herself another glass. Before she knew it, she had had five drinks.
Roxanne was beginning to feel drowsy when she came back to her senses.
Dimly aware that she could not drink anymore, Roxanne got up to return to her room after tidying up the bar. However, she found her legs giving way when she stood up.
She gave a low moan as she staggered to her feet.
Just when she thought she was going to fall, a large hand wrapped around her waist. Lucian's scent wafted into her nose the next second.
“I told you to go easy on the red wine.” Lucian sounded upset.
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