JOAN’S POV
The dining hall was filled with the sounds of voices and the clinking of silverware.
Every sound seemed louder than usual to me. Maybe it was because Derrick was sitting right beside me or maybe it was because his hand raised up my skirt.
I swallowed hard. What the hell was he doing?
His touch was like fire against my skin. His touch alone made goosebumps rise on my skin.
I could feel his warmth radiating through me. The feeling sent heat down to my core. It was ridiculous how easily my body reacted to him. One tiny movement from him and I went rigid, pretending to focus on my plate while my mind was somewhere else entirely.
I was trying to look composed, passing plates, giving instructions to the maids quietly whenever needed. Emily and Sarah were helping me serve while
