Chapter 147 – Under The Table
He was answering questions about tax structure and finance consultations and at the same time, his palm was dragging up the slit of her gown like he had every right.
Like they were alone.
Like none of the others at the table mattered.
His fingers brushed the skin of her inner thigh. Teasing.
Rava didn't move. Couldn't.
Her fork was frozen halfway to her mouth. Her breath caught. Her spine was still perfectly straight, but her mind was slipping.
She shifted slightly.
His hand followed.
Upward.
Higher.
And then…
His foot nudged hers under the table.
Just a graze. Just the toe of his boot sliding against her ankle.
But he knew what he was doing.
She looked at him sharply.
He didn't look back.
Still talking. Still sipping wine like he wasn't currently seducing her in front of three oblivious or not-so-oblivious women.
Her cheeks flushed.
His fingers moved again.
Bolder.
Wicked.
