What choice does he have?

Taking Mrs. Fellers to his 'studio' on the Hill would definitely spill the beans. Still, just because he'd convinced a drunken woman into bed with him didn't mean he'd convinced her to abandon her crazy crusade against his streaming business. He needed to take the next step... after all, she was going to have to find out sometime. Might as well be now.

"Fine," he said.

She stood, then stumbled.

"But you're not driving," he added. He wondered if he'd taken advantage of her, intentionally giving her too much wine before seducing her. How would she feel about the situation once she was sober? But then again, he'd done it. It wasn't like he could go back and play the game over. Besides, he hadn't seen any alternative and still didn't.

"I can drive," she protested.

"I'm sure you can," he said. "But I'm not letting you get behind the wheel when you're this drunk.

"I'm not drunk."

"Well, the Highway Patrol might disagree with you but I'm putting down my foot on this and this isn't a game. You're not driving."

"Fine." She tossed him her keys. "You can drive."

Shit. He still didn't have a license. Should he tell her our would that make him way too obviously a kid?

On the Hill, pretty much all the kids had licenses... along with cars or pickup trucks of their own. But in L.A., almost none of the kids he'd known had licenses. If you wanted to go somewhere, you took the bus... or Uber.

"I might have had a little too much as well," he lied. "Let's take an Uber."

"Fine," she repeated. "Now where the hell are you taking me?"

He helped her back into her clothes and then led her to the hotel elevator, Mrs. Fellers leaning on him heavily... not that he minded although, once again he was grateful for the workout sessions he'd put himself through.

"You have such big... muscles," she said with a giggle. "Now, where are you taking me, big guy? I may be drunk but I'm not so drunk I didn't notice you avoiding my question."

"Back to the Hill," he admitted.

She stopped, pulled away from him, leaning on the wall as she tried to bring him into focus. "Mathew, as in Matt. Crap, I should have known. You're the creep who's destroying the Hill's teens, aren't you?"