She hoped Sergio did not hear him. The prince had not exactly lowered his voice. The Ford had a thick black demarcation in the form of glass which prevented whoever that might sit in the backseat from seeing the occupants of the front seats. She made a discreet gesture for him to mind his manners.
His hands went to her exposed thighs, rubbing up and down slowly. Esmeralda sucked in a breath.
He lifted his hand, and the tight hem of her gown went with it.
This was inappropriate of him. He had termed yesterday a mistake. Why was he goofing around now?
She held his hand, preventing him from going further. She wanted him to touch her, but he was one arrogant man who hated to admit his feelings and would instead say ugly things to mask his emotions.
"No." She told him.
