His eyes narrowed, dark and intense. “I know a leer when I see one. Wyatt, along with his hellish father, wanted to devour you alive in that gown. And Clover? She was just jealous of your allure.”
He drew his hands deliberately along the silk-and-sequin bodice of her crimson gown, his palm grazing the exposed valley of her cleavage. His touch sent shivers down her spine, a mix of defiance and yearning warring within her.
“Why did you wear this dress tonight?” he asked, his voice low and accusing.
Savannah arched a brow. “I’ve worn more seductive gowns before,” she pointed out. “And it helped me achieve my goals. Besides, you seemed to like Clover’s gown—it’s even more daring.”
His lips tightened into a thin line, but his hand didn’t move away. “I don’t care about what she wears,” he mu
