Slumping back on the sofa, he slurred, "Hey, sort me a ride home, will you?"

Knowing this was her shot, Anika assisted him downstairs and into her car, his eyes shut tight in a drunken daze.

She stole a glance at him.

In her mind, even if she didn't aim to ride his coattails to fame, she wouldn't mind a fling. He was young, hot, and loaded-a catch for many .

Anika caught his mumbled address, likely some swanky villa area.