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"Not till you’re done puking, I proh, but that just made her stomach cramp up worse, and she was back over the toilet

Sanders eventually appeared with a ginger ale Ja her crackers She thanked hi with her head in his lap She was too hungover to be mad at him anymore Besides, she knew that most wealthy stock-broker-CEO-financier-tycoon-type dudes wouldn’t be willing to hold their girlfriend’s hair back while she puked, so she figured thatto her staff behind her back

When there was absolutely nothing left to vomit up, they finally moved back into the ainst Sanders while Ja real that she could eat and potentially hold down

"Are you alright?" Sanders asked in a soft voice, closing his laptop

"No, I’ He draped his ar her wrist affectionately

"You are not dying You shouldn’t drink so ht is twenty-twenty You should’ve stopped me," she retorted

"It is not my job to police howher arainst his ribs

"H ainst him all the way to San Francisco They landed there to refuel, and Jameson actually left the plane to run an errand Norover to care He could be arranging the sale of her body to an oil sheik, and she wouldn’t care So long as no one bothered her while she was hungover

After they took off, she slept so Kong Then she woke up, let out a loud belch, and realized she was starving Sanders was sleeping in a back room, but Jameson had stayed up to keep an eye on her, so he had soht out for her

"Jesus, Tate, don’tas she wolfed down a plate of food

"I feel like I haven’t eaten in years," she replied around a fulllike it"

"Janored his rudeness

"Yes?"

"Why do you need ?" she asked Now that her brain was clearer, she didn’t feel the need to be quite so bitchy

"Because As hard as it is to believe, baby girl, I like being around you," he told her,next to her

"That’s very sweet, Jameson But I really, really, don’t like how you went about it You could’ve just askedher feet underneath herself