He shrugged and held up his hands in defeat. “Don’t remember the dress at all,” he said as they reached the next floor. She stepped off the elevator and he followed her, figuring the least he could do was enjoy the view of her ass as she walked. Maybe he was stooping to the basest levels today and objectifying her, but he didn’t care. She had the most fantastic ass he’d ever seen, touched, felt, held or . . .

Dammit. There he was again, speeding on the express train to Lust Ville.

He tried to redirect his mind to the meetings he and his team were having here in London this afternoon, and the trick worked briefly as they weaved through displays of designer dresses. Casey made a beeline for a light-blue dress, grabbed it and marched straight up to the saleswoman to let her know she needed to try it on.

Nate lagged behind as she headed for the dressing rooms, figuring he’d use the time to answer a few emails from business partners. That would help him in his quest too.

Then the neck of his shirt grew tighter, and he turned to find Casey jerking on it. “I need your opinion, goofball. That’s why I brought you here,” she said and practically dragged him to the dressing rooms, where classical music piped in overhead and the voices of other shoppers were hushed. It was like being in a church. She pressed her hands to his shoulders and pushed him down in a beige upholstered chair.

“Stay here. I’ll be right out to show you.”

She disappeared into the dressing room, and clicked the door shut behind her.

All his business thoughts fled his brain once more as he imagined her skimming down her jeans, tugging off her top, sliding those curves he loved into that dress.

He heard the door open and Casey popped her head out.

“That was fast,” he said, because she’d been in there for about five seconds.

She crooked her finger. He followed her lead, entering the dressing room. She was still wearing her jeans, her shirt and her shoes. The dress she brought into the room hung on a hanger on a hook. He pointed to the blue fabric and parted his lips, but the words he was about to say died quickly when she grabbed his collar, and pushed him against the wall. In an instant, her lips were on his, devouring him. All his questions and all his irritation leaked away in the wild hunger of her mouth. She kissed him relentlessly, sucking on his tongue and his lips so hard that he felt the kiss deep in his bones. It vibrated through his bloodstream. His brain went haywire. His body launched into maximum overdrive from the ferocity of her kiss. Her hands threaded through his hair as she rubbed her lush, delicious body along his, grinding her crotch against him, sending him spinning.

She broke apart, whispering, “You really had no idea?”