Chapter 62
She slipped off the barstool and looped her arm through Eric’s.
In spite of how it started, this was going to be a very fun night.
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ERIC LOOKED DOWN at the bed where the stupid bitch was sleeping off the scopolamine he’d slipped into her drink while she was distracted. That drug was a little trick he’d picked up from Dr. Gautier.
Fortunately, the first bartender who’d served them had gone off duty. Eric could tell just by the way the man kept observing him and the bitch that he’d put his two cents in if it looked like Eric was doing anything more than mildly flirting with her.
As it happened, the bartender who replaced Mr. Meddlesome didn’t notice anything—he was too busy taking care of the patrons who lined the bar at least four deep.