"Here... what?" Crossley Gibson looked at the heavy blood streaks in his eyes, the obvious emotion in the man's gaze—how could she not understand?
But she still pretended not to understand, pushing his chest with both hands to prevent him from leaning closer.
Ultimately not a match for the man, Ose Owen gently closed his arms, pulling her completely into his embrace, their bodies pressed together without a hint of space.
"Ose!" Crossley Gibson struggled slightly, patted his chest, signaling him to back off, "Don't joke around, this is a public place..."
"Public place?" The man laughed mischievously, his lips grazing hers, making the woman tense all over, "Relax, this is a private booth, no one will come in."
His voice was hoarse, highly enticing, and his large hands had already started to become restless.
Crossley Gibson initially thought he was joking, but his hand was so indecent, actually unbuttoning her shirt, her face immediately flushed.
