He should not be as pissed as he is.

The entire point of “no strings attached” was .. well. No strings, right?

Here he is, though, with the thread that leads directly to you. And he’s watching as you mingle your way through the crowd, dancing with strangers to gather intel like you’ve been assigned to.

It makes his stomach clench.

Petty jealousy? Maybe. He believes that you should dance with him (even though he should also mingle). You just look so good at the gala tonight.

When you’ve separated from your last partner, he slips through the crowd to hook his arm around you.

“You sure know how to work a room,” he forces a smirk, pulling you closer.