GABRIELLE’S POV
I finally settled on a black body hugging dress with a deep V plunge in the front and a slit on the side from my ankle that stopped at my upper thigh.
When I stepped downstairs, Damon was already waiting by the door, looking at his wrist watch.
“I’m ready,” I said as I stepped into the room.
He looked up, his eyes sweeping through my body and pausing briefly on my cleavage before giving me a nod.
“You look good tonight,” he said.
I adjusted my gloves. “Yeah, I know.”
He reached for his jacket and held the door open, unable to tear his eyes off me. “Let’s not keep them waiting.”
I gave a curt nod and walked out, feeling the weight of his gaze even as I stepped past him.
The drive to the event was quiet. I didn’t bother starting small talks with him. He was eit
