Sarah sighed, wrapping the duvet around her self. She stared towards Christian whose eyes was now close and a mysterious smirk graced her lips.
She moved closer, and closer until her lips were just inches away from his, the hot air from her nose hitting his face.
She saw his eyes open, startling her.
Before she could back away fully, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer.
''Didn't I say you should sleep?'' He asked, his voice dangerously low, strained…like he was fighting some kind of restraint.
''I—'' Sarah stuttered, her brain now fully her own and she stared into his eyes intensely.
They were so close, so dangerously close that she pressed her legs together as arousal dripped off her.
The bartender must have put something into the drinks he gave her.
''I don't care if you're drunk or not, if you seduce me, I'll have no choice but to accept your advances.'' He breathed out.
