"DO YO-"
Before she could finish, Brandon clamped his hand back over her mouth firmly.
"Shh. Be quiet or you'll be in trouble."
She struggled again as muffled protests vibrated against his palm, but he held steady, keeping her pinned against him on the narrow ledge.
After a few seconds of tense resistance, she finally stopped fighting and went limp in his hold.
Brandon kept his voice low "I'm going to remove my hand again. If you scream, the guards will come running and you'll be arrested. Or worse. Nod if you understand."
She hesitated, then gave a single, reluctant nod.
He slowly eased his hand away from her mouth, ready to cover it again at the first sign of trouble.
The woman took a shaky breath, keeping her voice to a furious whisper.
"...You bastard. You just groped me."
Brandon let out a faint sigh "That was an accident. I was checking for weapons."
She let out a soft scoff "By squeezing my breast? Very thorough search."
