"You've had too much to drink." Lucas Knight caught a faint scent of red wine on her, along with a unique youthful aroma.
Instantly, it triggered a surge of hormones within him.
"I didn't drink." She lied.
"Really didn't drink?" His sense of smell was fine, he wasn't mistaken. He just hoped she'd refrain from drinking like this next time, throwing herself at any man she saw. If she really had to... she'd better fall into his arms.
Perhaps it was because her eyes resembled his little pear, so he felt differently about her?
Even went so far as to be accommodating.
"Let go." He said, "Where do you live? I'll have someone take you back, okay?"
After all, him being the President, personally sending her was a great honor; a blessing many prayed for but couldn't receive, understand?
"Ooh, no." She snuggled closer, "I didn't drink much, just a few glasses. I'll go home by myself later."
"Then, I'll leave?" He asked. It seemed as if he was seeking her approval, yet not quite.
