WESTON

She stands with her hands on her hips, her hair wild and untamed. She looks mussed and sexy.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yes.” She sways a little as she crosses one leg over the other nervously.

“You look like it. Are you drunk?” She shakes her head. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I stopped drinking before eleven.” Her tone is clipped. “Are you going to help me with this zipper or not?” She tries to reach it again with no ...