Seeing how some of the guys he hardly ever mixed up with at the club kept coming over to say hello to him, he could tell it was because of Ivy and Selena.
They were new faces there, and he knew if he was not their escort, most of the guys would have hit on them already—especially Ivy, who was dressed to kill.
He was having a hard time keeping himself from not hitting on her. She looked too hot, and he wished she wasn't Selena's kid sister.
"Who wants to dance? I want to hit the dance floor," Ivy said after some time, thinking it was best she excused Selena and Gabe so they would have a moment alone.
"Are you sure you want to hit the dancefloor in that outfit? You're going to have a hard time keeping the guys away," Gabe warned, and Ivy rolled her eyes.
"I've seen ladies who are dressed sexier than I am in here," Ivy said as she rose, and even though Gabe did not like the idea of letting her leave his sight, he knew better than to stop her.
