Twenty Three

"Who was that guy?" I asked as soon as we got into our suite. Richmond dragged his feet over to the bar in the far right corner of the living space. He took a crystal jug of amber liquid and opened it, forgoing the cup and just taking a large gulp out of it. I cringed, setting down the bag of leftovers on the coffee table. I moved to stand next to him at the bar. "You shouldn't be drinking like that." I told him but made no move to reach out and grab the jug. I wasnt that stupid, the man was twice my size and could easily grab and twist my arm. I wouldn't put it passed him either, seeing his mood.

He took another large sip, his eyes closing at the burn of the alcohol on his tongue and throat. "You probably enjoy seeing me like this, don't you?"

I frowned. "Like what?"

"This." He gestured to himself. He had taken his jacket and tie off, and rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up. He looked hot, but I knew he wouldn't want to hear that.

"I don't know what you mean sir."

He c