desperation
Mariah really wished Rei would stop being such a gentleman.
Really she wasn't as drunk as he thought, and she was the hottest thing present except that little blowtorch Oliver had been using to light the crème brulee. She'd made sure of it; she'd planned meticulously. There was by GOD no competition in this room. And she'd had only a couple of glasses, really, he'd be at absolutely no fault if he decided to take advantage. Really.
"I mean it, Rei, really. I'm not drunk!"
"Sure you're not. Most of the other sober girls I saw were wearing their shoes."
"Rei, have you ever worn high heels..? Don't answer that. You'd make a more beautiful lady than me and I'd want to die." She'd planned so carefully! She'd made cohorts, conspirators of the other girls! And by GOD did he KNOW how hard it was to convince Julia not to be as hot as she was fully capable of being?
She leaned further across the table and smiled reassuringly, which made the room spin. "Would you stop with the shoes, really, I mean they're already off, you might as well undress me completely. Honestly, Rei, now you're just being ridiculous."