Chapter 90

Gavin wrapped one hand around Chantelle's fingers, his other hand settled firmly on the small of her back. It was undeniably an intimate posture. Color rose to Chantelle's cheeks as the music carried her into motion. Suddenly, his voice brushed against her ear. "What do you mean you can't dance? You're doing great." "I only learned on my own when I was abroad," Chantelle admitted, flustered. "You're doing more than fine," he said, gentle in his reassurance. At this, a faint smile graced her lips. "As long as I'm not embarrassing you." "You're drawing every woman's envy right now," Gavin replied. Of course, she noticed. Countless men in the room couldn't pull their eyes from her. Their stares traced over her waist and chest, almost scorching. Men were visual creatures, after all. So what if those women looked down at her background? Their very husbands were eyeing her body with hunger. Tonight, even if those same husbands crawled into bed like dutiful spouses, the body they