— Admit It —
Yup, she'd gone tipsy.
Still in her wedding dress, Viviana spun on her bare feet, stopping to face Nikolas, who was seated on the sofa, legs crossed.
They'd had a few shots since they'd arrived at the penthouse. She'd suggested it boldly, and now she was… a bit tipsy, cheeks pink and all.
"What do you think?" Viviana asked, rolling her shoulders. "Do you like my apartment?"
Nikolas sipped his whiskey, taking his surroundings in. "It's a very nice place."
"And it's quite expensive. It makes me wonder about the cost of the king en suite."
"The… king ensuite?" He sat his drink down.
She nodded at him. "It is at the very top. The hundredth floor. It's far more expensive than any other suite within this penthouse. I'm not entirely sure who occupies it, but I believe it's Nikolas Bastiani. After all, this penthouse belongs to him."
Nikolas swallowed, suddenly dragging at his loose tie.
