It was late, and she had no desire to argue.

She softened her tone and said, "Please, open the door. I'm quite tired."

Marcus looked at her, noticing how the alcohol made her seem even more appealing than usual. He couldn't resist and gently caressed her face.

She pushed his hand away, irritated. "Weren't you just calling yourself a casual fling of mine?"

Marcus let out a cold laugh.