The girl shifted closer anyway, pressing her thigh against mine. I moved my leg away but she didn’t take the hint.
“Aren’t you going to buy me a drink?” she asked, touching my shoulder, and letting her hand linger.
My entire body stiffened in irritation. Her touch felt wrong, foreign, and unwelcome.
And all I could think of, annoyingly and inexplicably, was Gabrielle touching me the exact same way last night when we kissed.
I remembered her small hands and her soft palm. I remembered the way my name sounded on her lips—
I shut the thought down instantly.
The girl must’ve mistaken my silence for an invitation, because she leaned in, reaching for my tie as if fixing it.
A bold move.
I caught her wrist mid-air.
Gabrielle had ruined other women for me.
“I’m not interested,” I sai
