She chose a dress to wear to dinner, then put it back and picked another one at random, tossing it on to the bed. It wasn't as in any way becoming as her first choice, but that was all to the good. She was here to work, which was something she had lost sight of for a while.She had come disastrously close to making a complete fool of herself in Liam's arms. He had been right when he said it had been enlightening. It had enlightened Alix as to how dangerously lacking in sophistication she was. His jibe about the crinoline had been well founded, she thought, flushing. Her every reaction had been Victorian, and it was no excuse to blame the devastating and unexpected effect he had had on her senses and emotions. She had behaved like a naive schoolgirl, when all Liam had wanted was a few moments' amusement before his girlfriend showed up.It was little wonder he couldn't wait to get her out of his arms, and no wonder at all that his antennae had been so finely tuned to the others' approach. He had been expecting them.How embarrassed he must have been when she threw herself at him, Alix thought, deliberately mortifying himself.
