The Mysterious Midnight Magnate

111: Rejecting Her Advances

Eric guided Emily to their room, supporting her as she stumbled slightly in her heels. He helped her sit on the edge of the bed, watching as she kicked off her shoes with a careless abandon.

As he moved to tuck her into bed, Emily's hands roamed over his body, her touch lingering with a fiery intensity. She leaned in close, her words slurred with alcohol but filled with a boldness that took Eric by surprise. "I want you," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "I don't want to wait."

Eric couldn't help but chuckle softly, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Emily, you're drunk," he reminded her gently, trying to keep the situation light despite the intensity of her advances. "This isn't the right time."

But Emily pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in a childish display of frustration. "I don't care," she insisted stubbornly. "I want you, Eric. And I know you want me too."

Eric shook his head, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "That may be true,