She hadn't just drunk the Salvation Kool-Aid - she'd started to brew her own.
In her career, she'd closed multi-million dollar deals without a hint of nerves. Now she needed a jumbo-sized bottle of antacids just to get out of her car. Or a double shot of whiskey. God, she was l...
(n.) A brewhouse; the building and apparatus where brewing is carried on.
Time for a showdown with her mutinous brewmaster. She'd tried nice. She'd tried all business. She'd tried cajoling. Now, it was time to try bitch with big brass balls.
And suddenly, her day turned into the kind that explained why God invented chocolate, comfy pants, and booze.
Alcohol is evil … until your loved one gets employed by a brewery.
His gaze dropped down to the deep V of her cherry-red top and the pulse in his temple pulsed. For a second she didn't think he was going to say anything, which was good because she'd just forgotten he...
The elevator doors had barely shut before Olivia's fingers were at the buckle of the belt cinching the waist of her trench dress. Drunk on his nearness, she ignored the security camera in the ceiling....
