Elena didn't move her leg.
Her heel stayed pressed right against the inside of Liam's thigh, the black fabric of her skirt pushed up high enough to show the smooth, tanned skin of her quad.
She kept her eyes on Clara, her head tilting just a fraction of an inch.
The corner of her mouth twitched into that sharp, cold little smile that usually meant she was about to buy a competitor out of business.
"A joint venture," Elena said, her voice dropping into that smooth, low registry that made Liam's stomach do a slow flip. "It's been long I've had someone battle me for something, this is going to be fun."
Clara didn't flinch.
She sat all the way up, her small hands flattening against the fabric of her yellow sundress.
The yellow cotton was wrinkly from where she had been lying on it, the hem riding up past her knees to show her pale, slender thighs.
