How was Gideon supposed to know if Amelia was wearing it or was saving it to change into when they got home? Maybe she wanted to save it until later. He couldn't know how far in advance she'd planned her little lingerie trick, but apparently she'd planned far enough to have worn it to dinner. Gideon had to smile at that for no reason in particular. Amelia was just crazy enough to do things like that.
Gideon didn't even have time to reply. Of course he wanted to see, and Amelia had obviously anticipated that answer as her dress went over her head and was forgotten on the floor. "You look bloody mindblowing," he said, his eyes raking over her body from head to toe. She'd been wearing that all night long and he hadn't discovered it until then? He was slacking. Not any longer, though. Gideon took a few steps toward Amelia until he could touch her and placed his hands on her hips, looking down at the bit of lace and fabric she was wearing. Part of him wanted to say it would look better on the floor, but Gideon wasn't that cliche. Instead, he just bent down and kissed her again.