Juan Pablo turned his attention to Clover, extending his hand. She took it without hesitation, though her expression remained sour. They left together, disappearing into the throng of partygoers.
The moment they were gone, Theo whirled on Savannah.
“Damn you,” he hissed under his breath, yanking his damp shirt off and pulling it over her head before she could protest. “Why the hell are you wearing something like this?”
Savannah rolled her eyes, her lips quirking in amusement. “As far as I remember, you approved my outfit.”
“That was before I realized every damn man here would be drooling over you.” His jaw ticked as his fingers tightened around the fabric, ensuring it covered as much of her as possible.
“If you look around, you’ll see women wearing much more daring outfits than mine,”
