Jack wanted to rip out every man’s eyes in his club. They had no right to gawk at you; that was only his benefit. You loved dancing, and he noticed it the first time he met you, and that dress had no business fitting you like a second skin. He didn’t even bother to excuse himself; he knew Frank would handle that business chat perfectly. He wastes no time wrapping his arms around your waist, and Shelley gives you a mischievous smile before going with Frank.

“You look absolutely marvelous.”