Chapter Seven
What the hell did she think he was doing? What the hell did she think she was doing? Victoria shoved her outspread hands against his chest, his shoulders, pushing him away. Her skin was flushed, burning, but she ignored it. She slipped. He clasped her arm and she jerked easily from his grip, his hand scalding sensitive skin.
‘Whoa. Hold on,’ Dan said.
‘Get off me!’ Victoria cried.
‘You’re on me.’
‘Then let me go.’
His fingers unclenched and she lunged for her uniform, intensely aware of her semi-n***d state. Her cheeks burned, mortification choking her ability to think beyond building an armor of dry clothes between herself and his simmering touch. ‘Don’t look!’
She turned her back to him and frantically pulled on her clothing as fast as wet skin against dry clothing c
