Chapter 2

• Sydney POV
• “I need to go,” He said still trying to get hold of himself.
• I couldn’t allow him to go anywhere without my help, he might be all macho about not needing help but from the look of it, I had to take him to where he was going.
• It was 2 am, and if anything were to happen to him, it would be her fault because she kept on asking him questions that he would be comfortable answering.
• “I am so sorry I allowed this go too far,” I told him
• I might have had a lot of fun playing the game but I didn’t think of the repercussions.
• “I would take you anywhere you would be willing to go,” I told him.
• He looked at me and started laughing, which only worried me more as I stared at his unfocused eyes.
• “Then take me to my hotel room, That's where I want to be now,” He said and allowed himself to relax on my arms
• “My GPS will give you the directions to the hotel,” He said and relaxed in the car.
• I had never been in this type of car before but I could drive because my father made sure that I learned it as a basic skill growing up.
• “What direction should we go” “Hey” I touched him gently
• He pointed at a door down the hall and I led him in that direction, noticing that he seemed to be leaning on me more and more the further we walked. We got to the door and I looked at him expectantly. “Keycard?”
• “In my front pocket.” He gave her an interesting look. “Don’t suppose I could convince you to reach in and get it for me?”
• Good lord, was he flirting with me?? The man must have been truly plastered. “That’s very sweet,” I told him. “But get your card.” “Can’t blame a man for trying,” he murmured.
• “You’re drunk,” I told him. “You wouldn’t hit on me sober.”
• I didn’t know why I said that but that was what I knew
• “Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I don’t have taste,” he told her. But he fished his keycard out of one pocket, winked at me, and then slid it across the scanner.
• The door chimed open and he pulled his arm off my shoulders, leaving me feeling oddly bereft. “Want to come in for a moment?”
• I hesitated. going into a strange man’s hotel room at three in the morning? Probably a bad idea. “I really shouldn’t.”
• “Just for a bit? I could use the company.”
• I waited on his doorstep a moment longer. I wasn’t thrilled about heading into the dark, late at night by my lonesome, and I had always wanted to see a penthouse. And he looked harmless. he wouldn’t attack me. . . no matter how much I might wish it. “Just for a minute,” I cautioned him. “And then I should get going.”
• “You want a drink?” he asked, stepping into the suite. “I’m sure I have a minibar around here somewhere.” he looked around the penthouse like he didn’t know where things were around here.
• I followed him in, closing the door, I tried not to stare at his hotel room.
• The beige carpet was thick underneath my shoes and the furniture was shiny and new. Art—real art, not ugly hotel prints hung on the walls, illuminated by their spotlights. A pair of sliding doors led off to another “wing” of his suite, and as I stepped into the living room, I chuckled. “Is that a piano?”
• “A baby grand for all of your hotel needs,” he agreed, approaching with two small bottles of alcohol in hand. “I have never gotten to a hotel room and thought, damn it, where is a piano when you need one, but someone does.” I laughed again and refused the drink he offered me,” No thanks.”
• “You’re not driving back,” he cajoled. “I insist on a cab this late. And I’d be a sad sack if I was a lonely drunk. With you here, I’m not quite so lonely.”
• He kept on blabbing but I was interested in the suites, it was very lovely.
• I couldn’t help myself but keep staring at the paintings on the wall.
• His words warmed me a bit, and I took the tiny bottle of Patron from him, twisting the tiny cap off. He did the same and held his bottle out to me in a toast. “Bottoms up,” I told him, and then sipped it. The alcohol had a delicious burn to it. I continued to sip it, wandering around the room. “How much does a place like this cost a night?”
• I asked because I was always curious about things that I couldn’t understand.
• “You don’t want to know,” he told her. “I’m not even sure I know. An assistant handled it for me.”
• I headed through the living room—his freaking hotel room was a mess of rooms—and peered out to the balcony. “Oh, wow. This is huge.”
• “Shall we go out?” He opened the door and asked. I didn't know what it was about this man but there was just something about him that brought me a sense of peace. And I didn't want it to go away.