Amelia's complexion paled as she attempted to push him away, and she forgot her other arm was braced on his lap. In her struggle, her grip weakened, causing her hand to unintentionally slip between his legs.
Both Amelia and Clay froze, equally stunned by the unexpected contact.
Amelia's lips quivered, and she looked at Clay with mortified eyes. "I-I'm so sorry..."
Clay's face darkened, his eyes narrowing into slits as he growled through clenched teeth.
"Sorry? Are you planning to keep your hand there forever?"
As his words hung in the air, Amelia felt the spot she touched react, growing slightly larger.
With a shriek, she snatched her hand back, her face flushing beet red as she glared at him.
"You p*****t!" she accused, voice raised in indignation.
Silence fell as Clay stared back
