All eyes turned to her.
Her face went crimson in an instant, her body tensing under the sudden attention. Nathaniel, however, seemed amused by her flustered reaction and made no effort to stop. His hand slid closer along her inner thigh, slowly and deliberately, testing her.
"Are you alright?" Paulina asked, concerned.
Zara mustered an apologetic smile. "I am sorry. My mind was somewhere else." She picked up her fork and began eating again, trying to appear composed.
Everyone also returned their attention to their meals. But Zara's unease only deepened. Nathaniel's hand still lingered, his teasing touch refusing to relent. She slipped one hand under the table, attempting to push him away.
Nathaniel seemed to have set his mind to torment her. He grabbed her hand tightly, not willing to let her go. His grip tightened when she tried to pull back. The more she resisted, the more immovable he became.
