“You fancy me, don’t you?” His seductive tone drifted into her ear with warmth. “I can feel it.”

His tone was decisive, and confidence was the only thing in his peach blossom eyes that had glazed over.

Madeline found herself slightly at a loss with how close they were and the words he was saying.

“You’re drunk,” Madeline responded calmly, though doubt was flashing in her eyes.

Was he actually drunk, or was he just pretending?

“It’s nice being drunk. At least then I get to see her…” He s