Those eyes that held anger immediately dropped from Mandy's face, trailing down her neck, over the line of her dress, and coming to rest on her exposed knee where her skirt had moved up a little as she sat.

Before she could fix her posture, she felt it.

A warm, heavy hand landed on her bare thigh—high up—his fingers pressing firmly into her skin.

Mandy’s eyes narrowed as she looked down, seeing the wrinkled, age-spotted hand against her flesh. Then she looked up, meeting the ...