"Don't look at her," he murmured, his eyes searching mine. "Let's just finish the act here and then head to my office." He moved with practiced ease, checking my face as if he were a doting lover, before grasping my sleeve to mimic the intimacy of holding my hand. "Let's go."
He seemed remarkably used to this, which made sense given his status, though usually, his "partners" were men. Yet, there was a surprising layer of consideration in his touch. Even during yesterday's performance, I could tell Xavier was being careful not to cross a certain line while I helped him with this favour.
Is it because he knows I'm a woman? I wondered, my mind racing. He's being so careful not to touch me thoughtlessly. It's nothing like how he treated me when I was Connor. The difference was all in the intent.
