Page 35 of Selfish Suit

“I need help walking,” she says. “Mitchell had to let me lean on him to get up here.”

“Then ask me to help you.”

“Or you could just offer.”

“I’ll wait.”

She stands still, refusing—determined not to lower herself to ask me for shit. She takes a small, unsteady step forward.

Then another.

At this rate, she’ll make it to her bathroom by the end of the week.

“How much did you have to drink?” I ask.

She ignores me, focusing on her next step.

“Ivy.” I move closer. “How much did you have to drink?”

“A few shots and four margaritas.”

“That’s probably three too many.”

“Yeah, well. We were drinking to our misery at Sutton,” she says. “You wouldn’t understand... You’re really not going to help me?”

“Not until you ask, no.”

“Fine then.” She lets out a breath. “Lord Sutton, King of all Manhattan and owner of this penthouse suite, would you please help me walk to my room, sir?”

“There’s no need to be formal.” I notice she’s not wearing panties under her dress, and her bra is see-through, revealing large areolas on her perfect C-cup breasts. “Plus, I could do without the sarcasm.”

“Seriously?”

“I have all night.”

“Could you please just help me get to my suite, Dominic?”

“Yes.” I slide my arm around her waist and she leans against me.

“See?” She looks up at me. “I just needed some support to walk.”

I hold back on telling her she’s not walking. I’m practically carrying her, with no help at all on her end.

When we reach her bathroom, I hit the lights and she plops down on a plush chair.

“You’re welcome,” I say, turning away.

“Wait.” She calls out when I’m halfway out of the room, and I look over my shoulder. She’s pulled off her dress, and she’s completely naked.

Her legs are spread wide, her pussy glistening. Her breasts tempt me to suck the nipples between my lips.

“What do you want, Ivy?” I ask.

“I need help getting into the tub... and running the water, please.”

Dragging my gaze over her again, I stroll over to the tub and turn on the water, making sure it’s not too hot before tossing in a loofah and bubble bath.

Sliding my hands under her body, I lift her up and gently place her into the tub.

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