Her Guilty Secret. Clare Connelly

      She shifts a little, looking over her shoulder, her eyes colliding with mine for a moment before she turns back to the bar.

      I have no idea what she’s going to do now. Smart money would be on her standing up straighter and moving away from me.

      She doesn’t. She backs up a little further, so that my hand has more purchase on her perfectly shaped rear. There are people everywhere. This is dangerous. Stupid dangerous.