Chapter 38

Dorothy’s POV Theodore passed his phone around. The party of five admired Caleb Reyes’s body. ‘I gotta say, he has nice skin.’ Kaia enlarged a photo with two fingers. ‘Can’t even see his pores this close-up.’ ‘I wonder if he’s interested in modelling for my new line of menswear.’ Harper tapped a finger against her chin. Winston turned to Dorothy. ‘I’m curious, how did you manage to remain upright after polishing off six, no, seven bottles of wine? Your blood alcohol level must be through the roof.’ ‘Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?’ Theodore grew concerned. I smiled. ‘I’m fine.’ I opened my clutch bag and produced a small glass phial. ‘I have a magic potion.’ "What is it?" Theodore picked up the small glass phial, turning it over in his palm with obvious curiosity. "The latest product from Pinnacle's pharmaceutical arm," I answered, feeling a twinge of pride. "Lucian got it for me directly from the lab. It's not even on the market yet." Theodore squinted at the label. "Alco