The smell of alcohol drifted out, mixed with a woman's perfume.
Madeline pinched her nose and stepped back. "What's that smell in your room?"
Sebastian's expression stiffened. He sniffed the air twice. "I probably drank too much last night. It stinks in there and the place is a mess. You shouldn't go in. Let's talk downstairs."
He pulled her away and shut the door behind him.
She never got so much as a glimpse inside. He practically dragged her down the hall.
She asked, "Weren't you dealing with your friend's fight last night? How did you end up this drunk? The finance office said they need your key to release my account, and you wouldn't answer their calls."
"I didn't hear them."
His palms were slightly sweaty. He took out his phone and called finance, wearing a gentle, faintly ing
