Nathaniel watched the expressions chase across Cassandra’s face.
Shock, then disbelief, quickly followed by fury. Then she shifted. Her body weight, the tilt of her head and her expression.
It was as if she’d slammed the door shut.
Shit.
As much as he wanted to avoid any matchmaking from the admiral, he was equally determined to hold on to the sweet, pleasurable oblivion Cassandra’s body provided.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, he silently urged his commanding officer, knowing the longer Cassandra had to stew, the harder it would be to charm her out of her snit.
Thankfully, the older man chose that moment to raise his glass in thanks. Nathaniel absently followed along with the rest of the room, raising his, as well. But his eyes didn’t leave Cassandra.
A good thing, because as soon as the cro
