Gaby understood. I want you. But she was not good with words, not when they mattered. It was much easier for her to show how she felt. And so she leaned forward, her opened dress slipping down over one of her bare shoulders and catching at her elbow, brushed aside his dinner jacket and unfastened his belt buckle. She pulled the belt loose as she had done his tie and discarded it the same way. She lifted his shirt out of the waistline of his trousers, then used it to pull his body into hers. All the while, she held his gaze, the fire in her eyes burning bright. She couldn't say it any clearer. I want you to have me.