"Give me your hands," Cassian said calmly, because really, the only way to answer that question was through demonstration.
But Ravess didn't budge. She narrowed her eyes, clearly suspicious. "Why? So you can pull something perverted? No thanks." She crossed her arms and tucked her hands into her armpits like a stubborn child—which, Cassian thought, was kind of amusing.
He sighed. "I'm not going to do anything weird, I promise. I just want to squeeze a few pressure points here and there so you understand why our lady's always so eager to have sex with me."
Ravess still looked troubled, uncertain, but Cassian stepped closer and gently reached for her hand. She resisted at first—instinctively—but curiosity got the better of her. The question still lingered: why would a woman like Lady Katherine, with all her pride and stature, willingly seek out intimacy with this man? So, grudgingly, she let him take her hand.
