Evelyn's fingers skimmed over the bottle, eventually taking a pick.
"I don't think you want to drink that one. It's pretty strong," Zayne warned.
"We'll see." She grabbed a shot and jumped to her feet.
She approached where he sat, keeping the bottle on the working desk. The man arched his brows, unsure what she was trying to do.
Eevlyn grabbed the armrest of his chair, turning it slightly to give herself space as she proceeded to climb into his lap.
"What are you doing?" he asked, swallowing.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She grinned at him. "Don't be so surprised. This isn't the first time we've done this, Zayne Mancini."
She grabbed his hands, dropping them against her hips. "Don't let me fall." Then, she twisted back, reaching for the glass to pour a shot.
"Do you want to go first?"
"Evelyn…"
"C'mon now, don't ruin this, Zayne. Just this once. Please. I need this."
Her tone sounded desperate. What the hell had happened? Why was she behaving like this?
