Conrad waited for her on the second floor of the enormous penthouse apartment. Standing in an alcove that overlooked the party down below, he studied the crowd. Katherine was looking for him, a thought that made his chest tighten. He liked the thought of her searching for him, her thoughts on him, her eyes searching for him in the crush of people.
From the distance, her floor length strapless dress looked black, but Conrad was certain it was navy. The material was light and frothy, floating back from a high split up the middle that revealed barely-there silver heels and the smooth length of leg up to her knee.
Conrad could have watched her forever.
But eventually he took the elevator down to the first floor and worked his way through crowd to her.
“You look amazing,” he said, and then realized that didn’t really get across his reaction to her hair glossy and smooth on her shoulders, her bare neck that was beautiful without jewelry. He added, “I could lick you from head to toe.”
Katherine said, “You look quite nice yourself.”