*Jay*
I have yet to dance with Eden. From the moment she walked down the stairs into the grand salon, she captured everyone’s imagination and attention.
Not that I can blame them for being fascinated by her. The gown she wears accentuates every curve. I desperately desire the opportunity to put my hands on her waist, draw her near. I snatch a flute of champagne from one of the passing servants and down it in one swallow.
“Preparing to go into battle?”
Giving Claybourne a sharp glare, I gratefully accept the tumbler of scotch he offers and toss it back as easily as I did the champagne.
“Easy there, Jay, you look as though you’re on the verge of killing someone. You’d best slow down. You know the liquor only serves to make you angrier.”
I have always admired Claybourne the most of all
