The car moved steadily through the city streets as Ivy stirred in her seat. She blinked slowly, her hazy gaze drifting toward the window before turning to the man beside her.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her words slightly slurred.
Fragments of memory returned. She remembered drinking with Lola and Sal at the bar.
Now she was in a moving car.
With Xander.
"To my penthouse," Xander replied evenly. "I can't let Leo see his mother in this condition."
Ivy frowned immediately.
"I'm not drunk."
As if to prove her point, she tried to sit up straight, only to lose her balance.
"I can see that," Xander said dryly, catching her before she could topple over.
Ivy looked up at him, irritation flashing across her face.
"You think I'm lying?"
"I think you're proving my point."
His blunt honesty only annoyed her more.
"Then I'll prove you're wrong."
Before Xander could react, Ivy shifted and climbed onto his lap.
The driver nearly choked.
"Ma'am—"
