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leaned forward, keeping her eye contact for a long moment before she bowed her head and looked away. Damn! She was gorgeous! He’d only seen her profile, but he could see that she had blue eyes all the way from this distance. And her cat-like eyes weren’t even her best feature! Those high cheekbones were worthy of a model and those lips! He wanted to taste those lips, feel them and know what it would be like to kiss her. The fullness of her rosebud mouth was sexy in an innocent, don’t-touch-me kind of way.
    When she peeked up through those lashes again, he was still watching her. Normally, he would have approached by now, not wanting to wait for something but going after what he wanted with a powerful force that left nothing to chance. But he was still reeling from the impact of her look, reveling in the feeling of knowing that she was looking back.
    Yes. He would have her.
    When the two blonds sat down on either side of him, he looked across the room at his little woman. He felt a stab of pain when he noticed the disappointed look in her eyes and immediately got rid of the women and their barely covered breasts. For some reason, he wasn’t interested in the blatant call of sexuality tonight. The shy woman sitting with the group of revelers fascinated him, challenged him in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.
    He knew the instant her group of friends recognized him and his irritation increased. He was just about to stand up and ask his woman if she wanted to get out of this place when two of the woman in her group stood up, almost tripping over themselves to approach him.
    When they stepped on his woman’s toes, he just about yelled out, but instead, waited patiently for them to approach before waving to Justin and Marco to disperse them. With a simple look, his guards knew to not be polite about the eviction.
    He almost chuckled at their offended expressions. He knew they were more embarrassed than anything else. He didn’t care one bit but his eyes moved directly back to his little woman, wondering why she was in that group. About half the women looked like they belonged in a tea shop with pretty little cakes and dainty lemonade while the other half looked as if they were the typical, pointless society women who flitted from party to party without any sense of responsibility.
    He was just about to stand up and approach her when he saw the rest of the group address her. His eyes narrowed as he watched her reaction. The lights were dim so he wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw her face pale as the catty woman spoke.
    “Since Damon Petrov seems to be so fascinated with you,” Sylvia sneered, “I’m challenging you to the test. Come back with a drink he’s bought or you’re on the hook for all the drinks.” She paused a moment before saying, “And I think I’m in the mood for Perrier-Jouet next.” She glanced at the rest of the women, half of whom nodded while the other half, the half that Gabby and Maggie normally hung out with, looked uncomfortable and glanced downward.
    “I think I’m in the mood for a bit of seltzer water,” Maggie stated. “It’s time to lighten up on the drinks.”
    Half of them nodded, relieved to have an excuse to not order a bottle of champagne that could cost several thousand dollars. It was outrageous even for Sylvia’s extravagant allowance.
    Gabby looked back at the malicious woman with a wide-eyed look and wasn’t sure what to do. It suddenly felt like high school all over again with the petty competitions for the best outfit or smoothest hair style. She’d hated it back then, and now that she was an adult, she refused to accept that kind of small mindedness.
    She turned to Maggie and whispered in her ear, apologizing for her early departure. “I’m sorry Maggie, but this is ridiculous. And as maid of honor, I owe you a real bridal shower. I promise not to let it get high-jacked next time.” She stood up and glanced at the others, but ignored Sylvia’s smirk and