"You're crushing me," Lucius managed through clenched teeth.
Vanessa jerked back immediately, her cheeks flushed crimson.
She smoothed down her dress as though she hadn't just buried her face in his chest, trying to compose herself.
Across the room, Villy had her hand over her mouth, giggling uncontrollably.
"My lady isn't touchy with just anyone," she teased, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Please, if you end up giving my lady a baby, take respon—"
Her sentence ended in a squeak as Vanessa's palm cracked down on her head.
"Nobody is impregnating anyone here!" Vanessa snapped, her face redder than a ripe apple.
She turned sharply on her heel and marched back to her seat, skirts swishing in agitation.
The two dwarves who looked like Villy and were standing next to her had pressed their lips together to keep from laughing aloud.
Their shoulders shook violently as they traded looks that said everything.
