Clairessa’s POV
Gabriel’s face hardened back into its usual stoic mask.
“Clairessa, I’m not taking any chances with you shaking any part of your body for the drunk men in this room to watch.”
I scoffed. “Gabriel, I’m going to be dancing with you. So if there’s any body shaking, it’s going to be for you. That’s kind of how dancing works,” I retorted sarcastically.
“Clairessa, I’m still not taking any chances with you in this damn dress.”
“What’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like any of the men here could—”
His cold, lethal gaze cut through me, silencing me instantly.
Fine. Overprotective mode was in full effect.
I sighed dramatically and turned to face him fully. “All right then, Mr. War General.” I lifted my glass again. “I guess I’ll just keep sipping my d
