She’d picked out a sleek crimson gown with a form-fitting silhouette and a side-slit up to the knee that made her feel taller and sexier than she actually was. Though she’d bought it off the rack, the dress looked as if it had been custom designed for her figure, hugging and caressing each curve like a lover’s touch. The thought sent an image of Sawyer’s hands to her mind and she swallowed hard. The moment Sawyer first set eyes on her in the dress, his gaze raked over her, taking in every inch of the fabric and leaving behind a wake of electricity. When his eyes finally met hers again, a single word left his mouth. “Nice.” A single word uttered, but his expression said enough for ten men. She didn’t want to care what he thought, yet at every opportunity, she found herself craving his praise. So far, he hadn’t disappointed. “Don’t look so nervous.” He handed the keys to the valet and their small overnight bags to the bellman.
