Rachel's POV
At the dinner table, Alex lifted his glass, his gaze already on me. “To new beginnings,” he murmured.
I forced a smile. “Cheers.”
He sat directly opposite me, close enough that our knees brushed under the crisp white linen. Or maybe that was deliberate.
I tried to focus on my plate… but then I felt it.
The slow drag of his shoe against my calf. Barely there. His gaze held mine, unblinking, daring me to react.
I didn’t move.
His foot slid higher, tracing the inside of my ankle, then up to my knee. Heat flooded my p***y. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden ache between them.
Then his hand followed.
His long fingers brushed my bare knee under the tablecloth, it was warm, confident and impossible to mistake. I froze as he traced lazy circles on my sk
