The press meeting was held at the Kosonen Media Building. Just the name of the location alone already sounded dreadful to Kaija's ears.
"Charles," she asked, "how high are the chances that we'll run into your brother today?"
She sat nestled between his legs inside the moving limousine, Her back rested against his chest, fingers tapping lightly against his thigh. The last time they'd sat together like this, in the same vehicle, in the same position, Charles hadn't been nearly this well behaved.
Perhaps he was feeling slightly more responsible today. If he did anything at all, the white dress she was wearing would inevitably wrinkle and stain, and her carefully done makeup and hair would be a complete mess by the time they arrived.
"Even if we do," Charles said, "I won't let him come anywhere near you."
His fingers were lingering near the hem of her dress, brushing faintly back and forth against the skin of her thigh. He was tempted to slip higher, yet he knew better.
