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dress by the hem and held it upside down. The straps fell into a pattern. “Like this.”
    “Right. Thanks.” She snatched the dress from him and pulled it over her head, slipping her arms through the straps. Frustrated, she pulled it off and tried again when she didn’t get them right. “Here, can you get this?” She turned so he could zip it, then adjusted her breasts in the bodice and leaned forward to look in the mirror. “God, I look terrible.”
    He folded his arms around her and smoothed a hand over her hair. “You look beautiful.”
    “For someone who just had sex, not someone who should be serving cake.” She shoved him away and sniffed her fingers. “I smell like you. I need to wash up.” She hurried across the room to the restroom.
    Eric bent down and picked up a piece of the frothy orange fabric. He held it out to her. “Where does this go?”
    Moments later, Haven dashed downstairs, wrapping the stray sash around her waist, though she was pretty sure that wasn’t where it had started out. She slid into place behind Jill as Christine and Jared cut the cake.
    Jill glared, then did a double take. “What did you do to your dress?”

Chapter Three
    Haven paced her room as she waited for Eric. After she had served cake to countless guests, Eric had dragged her into the kitchen and licked her fingers clean, dark promise in his eyes.
    “Your room or mine?” he’d asked.
    “Mine.”
    His frown was exaggerated. “I’ve barely been in my room this weekend.”
    The caterers had chased them out. Jill had grabbed Haven and shoved her onto the dance floor with the other unmarried women to catch the bouquet. Eric had nearly busted a gut laughing when she let it fall at her feet.
    They’d seen Christine and Jared off, and Haven slipped away while Eric was still socializing with his friends. Once she’d returned to her room, she debated how to wait. She shed the hated dress, tangling up in it one last time before she managed to get it over her head. She’d left her panties in the dressing room, damn it, and they were her favorite pair. Someone was bound to find them and wonder whose they were.
    She considered her options. She hadn’t expected to be in this situation, so hadn’t brought any seductive clothing. Condoms were one thing, a just-in-case, but sexy nighties were planning. Besides, she hated sleeping in the damn things.
    So she could wait naked beneath her robe, or in her yoga pants and hoodie.
    After being in that dress, the latter won. Not like he wasn’t going to be turned on, right? Not like he didn’t know why he was coming to her room.
    A soft rap sounded at the door. She crossed the room and opened the door before anyone saw him in the hall. He stood there in his rumpled tux, head tilted sexily, holding two bottles of champagne by the neck in one hand and two glasses in the other. Despite herself, she looked past him to see if anyone was around before she drew him into the room.
    “Ashamed of me?”
    “Just don’t want any questions.” She closed the door and turned to him, sweeping her hair from her face. “I can not drink that much. At least not if I still want to have fun. I don’t think holding my hair back is anyone’s idea of hot.”
    “I thought we’d drink some.” He set the glasses down on the table near the window, then ripped the foil from the top of one bottle. “And play with some.”
    “Play?” Intrigued by his fingers’ sure movements on the wire cage, followed by the cork, she moved closer. She winced at the pop, but snatched up the glasses to catch the overflow.
    “Mmm.” He set the bottle down on the table and took the glass she offered. His eyes glinted as he traced a finger over the hollow of her throat. “I want to drink it from here.” He glided his fingers down between her breasts to her navel, above the waistband of the knit pants. “And here.” The finger traveled farther south. She parted her legs with a gasp. “And here.”
    He dropped his