Chapter 150 A Bruising Touch Under The Table
- Terry slowly trailed his hand up the length of my thigh. He stopped at the meatiest point, just beneath my hip and squeezed.
- I wanted to bolt from the table. I wanted to elbow him in the ribs or kick at his shins.
- All I could actually do was sit very still and try not to draw attention from the cameras or the guests, while simultaneously trying to only get Julian to notice.