Cassius's hand had just slipped daringly between Aisha's cheeks, fingers brazenly groping her as she bent forward over the table, biting her lip to keep from making a sound, her tail twitching madly under the table.
Her breath was coming out shaky and uneven, and though her face burned red with humiliation, her body was betraying her, arching toward his touch, as if inviting him to go further.
But before he could push his luck, a voice suddenly rang out from behind them, smooth and full of amusement.
"Well, well, well...you're quite a lucky young man, aren't you?"
Cassius froze on the spot, his hand snapping back like he had been burned, while Aisha jerked upright, pressing her knees together and grabbing the edge of the table to keep herself from shaking.
"Young, handsome, surrounded by three beautiful women even while you're eating dinner." The voice went on, rich with teasing humor. "Why, there are men who would kill for a position like yours."
