Liesl shivered involuntarily as Isaias kissed her with a passion she was struggling to reciprocate. The amount of alcohol in her veins were hindering her ability to think or react clearly. When her tooth bumped his he laughed and hugged her.
“You’re drunk, sweetheart.”
“I know. I don’t usually drink whisky. It might actually be paint thinner.” She rested her head on his shoulder. She felt inebriated in the worst way.
“Are you working today?”
“Not really,” she whined. “Definitely can’t do any restoration when my head is this muddled.”
“How about you come home with me?”
“Don’t you have to work?”
“I can work from home. You can sleep off your whiskey on the sofa in my office. I only want you close to me.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I very much do.”
“If I leave Janka might
