Nina grinned at him. "Enjoying the evening?” she asked.

“I think you know I’m not,” he replied.

She raised one eyebrow and stared at him over the rim of her glass. “Do I?”

Julian snagged a flute from a passing waiter and turned his attention fully on her. It was all she could do not to gasp under his heated scrutiny. It was as if he undressed her right then and there in front of a roomful of people. Her blood simmered and pooled low in her belly. He had beautiful eyes, and they were currently devouring her, delving beneath the modest evening gown she’d chosen. He made it seem...