Lightning streaked through Xhemin's insides when Darryl's fingers shoved through her feet, gently tapping the napkin on her wine-soaked shoe and toe. When she felt those warm, callused fingers swirling around the skin of her bare feet, her eyes narrowed as she took a deep breath.
She kept still.
Trapped under everyone's glares.
Speechless.
Breathless.
So was everyone around her.
And the Lagdameo heir's touch felt even more better as every second that passed. God! For sanity's sake! She had to tell him touching her was off limits, because sooner, she might not be able to suppress her yearning for him and lose herself completely to him.
Nobody said a word as Darryl made that rare gesture, not that the crowd was afraid of him or so, but because the view caught everyone in shock that they had no choice but to let a moment of silence pass to recover from disbelief.
'Who would have thought only a woman could make the famous Lagdameo heir kneel on his feet?'
