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door to her studio.
    Heart pounding, she crossed the slippery wood floor as gracefully as possible in her heels and pulled it open.
    “Hi, Br—” Gavin’s mouth fell open.
    “Hey, Gavin.” She smiled. “How was work today?”
    “Great. It was really good.” He blinked, and peered at her curiously. “You look different.”
    “Just a little.” She shrugged and turned into the loft. Part of her wanted to laugh out loud. “New dress.”
    “It looks stunning on you.” His voice was deeper than usual. He looked devastating himself, in dark pants and a white shirt with a barely visible gray stripe.
    “Thanks. Let me get my bag.” She slung the small beaded vintage purse, which used to belong to her mom, over her shoulder. “I’m looking forward to the exhibit.”
    “Me, too.” She turned to see him staring at her, a furrow between his brows.
    “Something wrong?”
    “Oh, no.” He blinked. “No, nothing at all.” He glanced lower, taking in the soft drape of her new dress over her hips. Her skin hummed under his hungry gaze.
    He does find me attractive.
    The feeling was utterly new, a strange and surprising thrill. She pulled her shoulders back, trying to maintain the posture Elle had showed her, and to hide the fact that her pulse was still pounding and her palms sweating, despite her composed appearance.
    Gavin cleared his throat. “My car’s downstairs.”
    They walked into the Razor gallery arm in arm. She was only a couple of inches shorter than him in her new heels. Eyes, once again, turned to stare. But this timethey weren’t glares of female indignation that she—lowly and insignificant plain Jane—was on Gavin’s arm.
    No, this time the men were looking, too.
    Bree tossed her curls behind her shoulders as she accepted a glass of white wine. “Shall we look at the images?”
    Even her voice sounded sultrier, as if overnight she’d morphed into a more sophisticated version of herself.
    They looked closely at the photographs. Large digital prints of people, mostly at parties and nightclubs, the colors highly saturated and intoxicating. “I can almost hear the music,” she said, looking at a couple entwined on a dance floor, perspiration gleaming on their barely clad bodies.
    “That’s why I like Doug’s images. They invoke the other senses. I’m hoping he’ll do a vodka campaign I have in mind. It’s hard to make a flat piece of paper say ‘drink me,’ but I think this guy could pull it off.” He pointed the artist out to Bree—a short, skinny guy with numerous piercings, a goatee and an air of manic enthusiasm.
    “Now, he looks like an artist,” she whispered. “Maybe I need to pierce my nose. What do you think?” She tilted her head, fighting the urge to grin.
    “Definitely not. Your nose is absolutely perfect already.” Gavin’s warm gray gaze rested on her face. Her skin sizzled slightly under the heat of his admiration. “Your eyes are green.”
    “Yes.” She blushed. “I got contacts.” Elle had talked her into trying tinted ones.
    “They’re cute. And I can see you better without glasses in the way.”
    “Aren’t we here to look at art? I’m starting to feel self-conscious.”
    Though she had to admit it was a good feeling to be admired. When Gavin went to get them fresh glasses of wine, a tall man with spiky blond hair approached her and made small talk about the images.
    The look on Gavin’s face when he returned was priceless.
     
    He had to get Bree out of here.
    Gavin tried not to scowl at the punk who’d horned in on her while he turned his back for a moment. He recognized the guy, a Finnish video editor with a tinny laugh. They’d worked together on a storyboard. “Hey, Lars. How’s it going?”
    “Good, Gavin. Good.” He turned his gel-crusted head back to Bree. “So you’re a photographer, too?”
    “Yes.” Bree smiled sweetly. Gavin hadn’t noticed how full and lush her lips were before. Lust mingled with irritation in his veins. “Well,