As she spoke, her fair little arm reached out, completely disregarding whether Maxwell Saxon agreed or not, she pulled him to her side.
Maxwell could have easily avoided or refused.
But his body involuntarily leaned with her pull, then she tugged him to sit beside her.
He was sitting very close, or rather, Scarlett Yates pulled him very tightly.
Half of her body leaned against his, half-reclining on him.
She blinked and smiled at him, "The champagne here tastes pretty good. Can we take two bottles back when we leave?"
"If you really like it, I'll have someone prepare a few bottles for you." Maxwell had never left a party with wine from the host, but for her liking, no matter if it's proper or not, he was willing to do it for her.
"Really?" Scarlett seemed very happy, clapped her hands, and flashed a sweet smile at him, "Maxwell Saxon, you're so nice."
