"My apologies," he said, inclining his head in respect. "Tonight was supposed to be a night of enjoyment, not… this. On behalf of Galaxy Club, I'll make it right. A luxury suite has been prepared—it's usually reserved for our top clients, but tonight, it's yours. A personal apology, for the inconvenience."
The crowd stirred. Whispers broke out since luxury suites were legendary, untouchable even for most of the elites.
Xavier chuckled, brushing imaginary dust from his shoulder as if everything that happened had been nothing more than a minor scuffle. "Well, if you're offering, I'd be an idiot not to take it." He straightened, then without hesitation, slipped an arm under Angel and pulled her close. She was too drunk to process what was happening, head resting against his chest, but she didn't resist.
"Send up the best bottle you've got," Xavier added with that cocky grin. "And maybe a few extras—don't worry, I'll put them to good use."
