When he saw her, he faltered for a moment. That dress was something, all right. No need to actually take it off, was there? He grinned and hurried toward her. He put his jacket back over her shoulders and guided her out the door.
"Oh my god," George said, snaking his arms around her as soon as they were outside and leaning in to kiss the side of her neck, "you are the perfect woman. Where's the room? Is it close? Because I just might be.."