Ford and I meander along the perimeter of the ballroom, looking at the items available for silent auction bids. The charity dinner is being held at the Luxor and is set to begin soon. But first, patrons are liquored up and then set loose on the tables, all to raise money for homeless veterans.

“Do you do this often?” I ask Ford as he strolls along with me. Each of us have a glass of champagne in hand, but that doesn’t stop him from putting his other hand on my bare lower back, which is super sensitive to his fingers.

“Charity events?” he asks to clarify and I nod as...