“You’re infuriating.”
He grinned. “I know.”
He was also gorgeous, and she wanted to slide her hand along the very crisp lapels of his suit. Keeping her hands to herself tonight was proving to be difficult.
“Have I mentioned how very gorgeous you are tonight?”
She snapped her gaze to his. “Yes. And I appreciate it very much. And you should stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re hungry and I’m a midnight snack.”
He leveled a predatory smile at her. “Is it midnight yet?”
She looked at her watch. “After midnight.”
He leaned in closer. “I want to swipe my tongue across your neck, then take a bite.”
Fighting the shudder, she stayed put and whispered, “Stop that.”
“Stop what? Am I turning you on?”
“No.”
“You’re lying. You have goose bumps.”
She ran her hands over her arms. “It’s . . . cold in here.”
He laughed. “No, it’s not. In fact, I’d guess you were hot.”
Why was she even having this conversation with him? “I’m going to see to the guests.”
“Okay.”
She walked away, but he was right. It wasn’t cold in here. The staff made sure the temperature was comfortable. Not too hot, and definitely not too cool. It was Drew that gave her goose bumps, ones that still stood out on her skin because his words still lingered like a slow-moving picture playing in her head.
Her, reclining on the chaise in her room. Drew, coming up behind her to slide his tongue across her neck.
She rubbed her arms again as her nipples tingled.
Damn him. She was going to immerse herself in this party and forget all about him for the rest of the night.
No matter how difficult that was going to be.
SIXTEEN
IT WAS AFTER ONE IN THE MORNING BEFORE ALL THE guests had left. As was typical for her parents, they stayed up until the last guest was out the door.
Secret Service cleared the place out and did a double check. Her parents went up to bed, Gray and Evelyn following behind them. Carolina was exhausted, so she headed upstairs, too. Drew was talking to Arthur, one of the staff who apparently was a football fan.
She left him downstairs to his heated discussion. Yawning, she slipped out of her dress and went into her bathroom to brush her teeth. The quiet of the house was the best part of the night.
Okay, the best part of the night was seeing Drew in that suit. It made her rethink all of her options for dressing him.
She switched off the light in the bathroom, then laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, mentally playing out each outfit in her head. She grabbed her notepad and jotted down a few things, wondering if Drew would be up for wearing one of her suits.
He likely wouldn’t care. Then again, maybe he would.
She’d discuss it with him later. She laid her notepad to the side, her eyes drifting closed. But then another thought came to her so she grabbed the notebook again.
Thirty minutes later, she was staring at the wall, nowhere close to falling asleep.