CHAPTER 66 Melt Under That Stare

　　Ella's POV

　　"Steady now! We don't want your delicate hands to scold on spilled coffee."

　　I tried to steady my shaking breath and focus on pouring his coffee. But he was not making it easy! Leaning forward in his back in his chair, letting one hand slide up my skirt. My breath hitched, and the mug wobbled a little, making a couple of drops slide down the side of his cup as his finger brushed along the side of my underwear. Up between my things, so close I could feel the warmth of his hand on my folds.

　　"Concentrate now, little waiter."

　　I felt the thud of my heart between my lips as I draw a sharp breath. Places the mug on the table and straightened up, looking down at that smug handsome face of his. He moved his hand, but instead, both slid up my thighs. Pulling my skirt up. I stopped his hands, my cheeks already flaring with heat. Casting, concerned, looks to the door right behind him.

　　"Ryan, I have to go; I'm at work,"

　　"I know, but first,"