MY EYES WIDENED. The tactfully soft voice stuck to my lips. I could not immediately defend myself because of his open caress on the top of my thigh.

"Do I forget to tell you, that you are not allowed to drink." His voice was a little hoarse with an edge of danger. His stare at me deepened.

I lick my lips frantically, I also quickly looked down at the palm of him that remained on my thighs.

He lean more closer and utter another word. "And I don't like your dress, you better change your fashion style," he said in an unbreakable tone.

Hearing his deep and hoarse voice, and...