"Did you know I'm wearing nothing under this?" I whispered, my lips brushing the corner of Aiden's mouth.
I felt it.
The instant shift.
Aiden went rigid, every muscle locking beneath his tailored suit like I'd struck a nerve that had no business being touched in public. His hand, which had been resting politely at my back, flexed.
I didn't look at him.
Instead, I smiled like a woman with no regrets and added, "Smile, the cameras are watching."
And then I walked away.
I drifted into the crowd without looking back, letting the soft sway of silk over bare skin do most of the damage.
My wine glass glittered in the light as I raised it in a toast to no one, laughing too loudly with Gregory Lennox, Aiden's most annoying business rival.
The man who had, on more than one occasion, tried to poach Stark employees and flirted with me last year at Heart Enterprises' winter gala.
Tonight, I let him get closer.
Not too close, but just close enough.
