"Sebastian Sinclair," I slurred, squinting at the blurry figure beside me. "The most powerful man in the city. My hero in the shadows."
The man cleared his throat. "I see."
"Who are you anyway?" I tried to focus on his face, the alcohol making everything swim before my eyes. "Did Vera send you? Are you one of those fancy male escorts?"
His shoulders stiffened. "Excuse me?"
I giggled, patting his arm. "It's okay! No judgment here. Vera's always trying to set me up. You're very handsome for an escort."
"I'm not—" he began, but I cut him off with a dismissive wave.
"Don't worry about it! Your secret's safe with me." I tried to wink but ended up blinking awkwardly. "Though you don't seem very friendly for someone in the service industry."
The man pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let's get you home."
He helped me to my feet, his strong arm wrapping around my waist to steady me. I leaned heavily against him, inhaling deeply.
