Caught in His Arms

"I'm not drunk at all," Clara propped herself up on the edge of the chair and stood up quickly.

Kaelen's brows furrowed as he saw her stumbling toward him. "You're walking like that and still claiming you're not drunk?" His tone was casual. "Stubborn."

"Listen, Mr. Vance!" Clara suddenly pointed a finger in his direction. "Take a few steps back."

"What are you trying to do?" Kaelen doubted. "Don't