Adrian usually fell for this. No matter how big Sara's mistake, as long as she played the role of the caring wife, he would calm down.
This time it didn't work. He simply looked at her, then turned his gaze out the window.
Whether he saw through her clumsy acting or was distracted by thoughts of Eva, only he knew.
But he didn't kick her out of the car, so Sara took it as a small victory.
The car sped through the night, heading toward their villa.
When they arrived, the alcohol seemed to hit Adrian all at once. His steps were unsteady. Sara rushed to support him.
He wasn't polite about it, dumping his entire weight onto her small frame.
Dragging him upstairs left Sara drenched in sweat. She casually shed her coat, moving through the walk-in closet in just her slip dress.
It wasn't overly revealing, but Sara possessed an innate sensuality. The silk clung to her curves in all the right places.
Adrian sat at the foot of the bed, openly sizing her up.
"Did you shower?" he asked abruptly.
Sara turned, startled. Adrian's dark gaze was fixed on her, heavy and intense.