Caught Between The twin CEO

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.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

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.