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So it wasn’t the alcohol. Interesting.

Torr forced himself to look away before anyone noticed.

Let’s see for sure.

Continuing his exploration, he feathered his touch back up her thigh. Her inner thigh. Moving upward until—

“Charlotte, are you OK?”

He pulled his hand back now that all eyes were on them. But he’d reached his goal long enough to be sure of her interest in him. No pink had surfaced on Charlotte’s porcelain-like complexion, but there was no doubt he’d cracked her composure.

“Better than OK, actually.” She smiled.

One point to Charlotte.

The rest of the meal passed without incident. But he had his answer.

And he meant to find out exactly how different his dinner companion was from the proper schoolteacher he’d first met.

Tonight.