“Y’know,” I snap, “it’s really rude to touch a woman without permission.”
“You’re in the wrong place if you’re looking for social decorum,” he replies carelessly. But he does let go. I almost kinda miss his touch when it’s gone.
I plant my fists on my hips and crank my defiance up to maximum. “Why do I get the feeling that this place has nothing to do with your willingness to put your hands on someone you’ve never met before?”
The blue-eyed man looks completely unfazed. “I do what needs doing,” he says simply.
“Oh, so I’m what needs doing?”
He nods solemnly. “I’d say so. By the looks of it, you haven’t been properly done in a very long time.”
Cue instant blush. Red cheeks, stomach squirms, the whole nine yards. I immediately want to dig a very deep hole and throw myself in the bottom
