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"Well, we wouldn't want you to leave before you get that massage." I put my glass down, walk around the island, and grab her hand. "This way, my darling."
"You know that song?" she says, singing slightly.
"Do I know what song?"
"You know. Oh, my darling. Oh, my darling."
"No, I can't say that I do."
"Oh, it's a song that my mom used to sing to me when I was younger. She used to sing, 'Oh my darling Skye, you're bluer than a pie.'" She groans as her voice trails off.
"You're bluer than a pie?" I raise an eyebrow at her.
"Blackberry or blueberry," she says. "Don't you know what I'm talking about?"
"You are drunk. Aren't you, Skye?"
"I'm as high as the Skye with no pie." She holds her hands up and twirls around. "Do you think I've got a nice singing voice?"
"Do I have to answer that?" I say as my lips twist slightly.
"So that's a no." She suddenly stops, grabs me by the shirt, and pulls me toward her. "You've got the biggest, bluest eyes I've ever seen in my whole entire life."
"And you've got the greenest eyes I've ever seen."
"I bet you say that to all the girls," she says, closing her eyes and pushing her mouth up toward mine. "Are you going to kiss me, Kingston Chase?" I stare at her for a couple of seconds and realize she's far more drunk than I initially realized.
"I don't think so," I say. "I think you're drunk." Her eyes fly open and she glares at me.
"I am not drunk. I drink wine all the time. Do you like wine? You like wine. You drink wine with me," she says and grabs my hand. "Now, show me to your bedroom, big bad Mr. Wolf." I stare at her for a couple of seconds and think about sending her home, but I quite like seeing this side of Skye. She's lighthearted, she's fun, and she makes me feel fun too.
"Come on, let me show you to my room." We take a couple of steps and I push open the door. I turn on the light and her jaw drops.
"Whoa. That bed is humongous."
"You like my bed, huh?"
"Yeah. I wish I could fit this size bed in my room. Wow." She runs over and jumps on top of it and bounces up and down, her eyes gleaming as her hair shakes back and forth. She leans back and rests her head against the sheets. "This bed is so comfortable." She looks up at me. "I bet you have a lot of sex in this bed, don't you?" My lips twitch again.
"I don't know if you want me to answer that question."
"Have you had sex with Angelica in this bed?" she asks me, her eyes narrowing. "Because if you had sex with Angelica in this bed, you're not having sex with me."
"I didn't realize that was on offer tonight," I say as I close the door behind me and head towards her.
"It's not," she says, shaking her head. "I mean, it's not on offer tonight or ever or anything. I'm just curious. Has that blonde bimbo been in this room?"
"She has not," I say, laughing at her use of the term blonde bimbo. "In fact, not many women have been in here. This room has not seen plenty of sex."
She looks at me in disbelief. "You're joking."
"I'm not joking. I prefer to..." I was about to say have my conquest, but didn't really think that was appropriate word to say. "I prefer to have this as my inner sanctuary," I say. "This space is just for me. And intimate moments, well, they're for other places."
"Oh, so you don't like to bring women back here because you don't want them to think that you're serious about them." She points a finger at me. "Because you don't do relationships or girlfriends, do you?"
"I take it you know me well," I say, blinking at her. "And what else do you think you know about me, Skye?"
"You think that you are the boss of me," she says, grabbing my hand and placing it on her shoulder. "But you're not the boss of me. I'm the boss of you."
