"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I hiss. My fingers drift over the wine glasses on display. Crisp white napkins are folded in elegant designs. An ice sculpture melts from the heat of the crowd.
"I was invited." Ashley selects a cup. Two slender fingers slide against the stem, lifting the base with easy seduction. It's an innocent gesture and yet, so extremely arousing that I can't help but touch her.
It's nothing outrageous. A hand to her elbow. A finger skimming her arm.
"It's dangerous. My wife is here."
"Dangerous is not the word I would use." Ashley glances over her shoulder. Her lips turn down. "She's more beautiful in person than in the pictures."
"You saw pictures of Harriet?"
"I looked her up." Thin eyebrows form a worried V. "Her parents are divorced. She bounced between her mom and her dad. Her father owned a gym and she learned how to box there although she never competed."
