REMY'S POV.

I knew Isla was a messy drinker. I’d seen it once before, at Elwin's party. But back then, it was harmless, a little too much champagne, a few slurred words, nothing like this.

This, however, was a whole new level of chaos. From dragging me into her pink-hued bedroom to the champagne bottle she had snatched from my limo, Isla Maynard seemed intent on testing every ounce of my restraint tonight.

I thought it would end quickly. Get her tucked in, leave her to sleep it off, and ...