Her eyes sparkled as she glanced around the room, as though noticing for the first time that every table but ours stood bare. “What happened to everyone?”
I straightened, giving her a look as I moved back to my chair. Sitting down, I reached for the bottle of wine and began to pour her a glass.
“You really think,” I said smoothly, my eyes dragging down her body—slowly, deliberately—until the table cut her off from my view, “I’d let anyone else see you in that dress?”
Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t answer.
I set the bottle down, my gaze sliding back to hers as a grin tugged at my mouth.
“I chose the dress, Bella,” I reminded her. “So I know exactly how sinful it can be.”
Her perfectly manicured fingers—painted a striking, glossy red—curled around the stem of her wineglass. S
