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amusement that Krissy had been right. My lipstick hadn’t transferred to Gavin at all.
    “I don’t want to mess up the dress,” I said. All right, that was only half-true, but I couldn’t tell him that I’d really stopped because I didn’t trust myself with him. That was the real problem, I realized. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him. It was that I didn’t have any self-control when it came to him, and that frightened me more than anything.

Chapter 6
     
    To my surprise, the rest of the ride to the event wasn’t awkward. Gavin had simply threaded his fingers between mine and rested our clasped hands on the narrow strip of seat between us. No pressure, no unspoken expectations. He was a true gentleman.
    I remembered the way he’d taken me on the table in that upstairs room at the club. Maybe gentleman wasn’t exactly the right word.
    “We’re here,” he broke the silence as the car pulled up to the curb.
    I peered through the tinted windows at a building any good New Yorker could recognize. The Waldorf Astoria Hotel. I’d seen the exterior before, of course. Krissy and I had walked all of the best places in Manhattan when we’d first moved into our apartment, but I’d never been inside.
    The driver opened the door and I swung my legs out, feeling decidedly awkward as I tried to climb out gracefully. It wasn’t until I was halfway out that I realized Gavin had gotten out the other side and was standing in front of me with his hand out. I took his hand and let him help me the rest of the way.
    “I apologize. It was thoughtless of me not to have you get into the car first so I could help you out when we arrived.” Gavin wrapped my arm around his so that my hand was resting on the back of his forearm. “Though, in my defense, it’s nearly impossible to think straight with you looking like that.”
    I blushed. “Thank you.” Those two words seemed so inadequate compared to the compliment he’d just paid me.
    As if sensing my embarrassment, he changed the subject. “Have you ever stayed here?”
    I shook my head. “I’m still a paralegal, not a lawyer yet. I don’t think I could afford an hour in a place like this.”
    He shot me a sideways look, an amused grin playing on his lips. I started to ask him what was so funny, then what I’d said registered and my cute little blush turned into full-on red flames. Paying by the hour? What the hell had I been thinking? Gavin was going to think that I had sex on the brain.
    “I didn’t – I mean –” I stammered.
    “Relax.” He leaned down to whisper the word in my ear as the doorman opened the doors for us.
    I shivered as his hot breath puffed against my ear, making things low in my belly squirm. Maybe I did have sex on the brain, but only when it came to him. I’d never had a particularly active sex drive, though I wasn’t the prude Krissy thought I was either. I’d always liked sex, and there were times I wanted it, but it had never been like this.
    As soon as we stepped into the lobby, thoughts of sex vanished. It was all I could do to keep from gawking like some awestruck tourist. Rich wood paneling. Plush carpeting. Every piece of furniture looked like it cost more than my rent for half a year. Gavin kept us moving forward, past the check-in desk, and then we were following a pair of elegantly dressed members of high society. Panic began to creep in. What was I doing here? I didn’t belong with these people.
    Gavin put his hand over mind and applied gentle pressure, bringing my eyes to his face. He smiled at me. “Just breathe.”
    Easy for him to say. If I tried breathing too deeply, I was afraid I was going to either fall out of the dress or rip it. Still, I pushed back the panic and stood straighter. I wasn’t going to give Gavin the chance to regret having invited me.
    We walked past someone who was taking invitations, but Gavin didn’t hand anything over. The man just nodded at him like they knew each other. Then I was entering the