After the bathroom girls talk, Mackenna had more drinks, multiple more dances with Alessandro and as the evening was winding down realized she was likely going to be on the other side of a wall while Savannah and Nuncio got it on.
She signalled for another drink, but Alessandro held his finger up to the bartender. “What?”
“You’re stumbling a bit,” he said gently. “Maybe you’ve had enough.”
“No,” she refused to agree. “I think,” she grabbed his shirt and leaned in, “Savannah and Nuncio are going to do the nasty and I need to be passed out because there is no way I want to listen to it.”
Alessandro’s laugh echoed around her swimming head, and she tried to slap it away as it were flies.
“Mackenna, you can stay in my suite tonight.” As her head snapped up to look at him, he put his finger
