Evelin's POV
Jimmy arched an eyebrow, studying my face. "Eve, are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Obviously. I'm tipsy, not brain-dead," I replied, then pressed my lips to his before he could say another word.
My hands worked on autopilot, tugging his tie loose and popping his shirt buttons free one after another.
His bare chest emerged beneath my fingers.
I slipped my hands under the fabric, exploring his cool skin.
The contrast felt amazing against the burning heat coursing through me from all that wine.
Under my touch, he gulped hard, desire sparking and spreading like wildfire through his body.
"Evelin, I want to..." He started to sit up, but I shoved him back down, keeping him pinned.
"Stay put. Tonight, I'm calling the shots," I declared.
"You sure about that?" Jimmy looked genuinely shocked.
