As good as it felt to have a woman's soft, heavy breasts pressing against his arm, Martin did not like being used as a tool to scare people off. What made it worse was that Crimson Halo did not seem in any hurry to let go. She remained close at his side as though that place belonged to her already, her fingers resting lightly on his arm while curious glances kept sliding their way from nearby players.
She noticed those looks too. Of course she did. Yet instead of stepping away, she lifted her eyes to his and studied him in silence, her gaze narrowing until the air between them almost seemed to hum.
Now, that's a funny expression.
His amused look finally made Crimson Halo release his arm and take a step back, though not before leaving him with the clear impression that the delay had been deliberate.
