“I shouldn’t be driving,” he acknowledges. “No,” I say. “Probably not.” He rubs his face. “We still have that reservation at The Plaza. What do you think?” Well, it doesn’t take a genius to know this is a huge mistake. We’re both drunk, his wife is out of town, and he apparently hasn’t had sex in a while. And I haven’t had sex in a much, much longer while. I should say no. This can’t end well. “I don’t think it’s a great idea,” I mumble. Andrew lays a hand on his chest. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman. I swear. It’s a suite. There are two beds.” “I know, but…” “You don’t trust me?” I don’t trust
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