"Well, well. If it isn't our sweet señora on her knees again." Álvaro chuckled.
"Pig," Xiomara growled. "If he comes closer, I'll bite his hand off. Don't test me, María José."
"Did you fall just to get my attention, or was that an accident?" he said, crouching beside me without waiting for permission.
"I tripped on the rug," I muttered, brushing flour off my apron. "That's all."
Álvaro tried to touch me and I recoiled.
But he caught me anyway, fingertips brushing against my chin, then my lips, swiping a bit of flour with exaggerated slowness. His touch was on me for too long. His thumb grazed the corner of my mouth like he had any right.
"Touch me again, and I'll shift with your fingers in my teeth. He smells like perfume and shame." Xiomara snarled.
"You had a little something…" His voice dropped, eyes seductively on me. "Right there."
I jerked my face away and wiped the rest myself, biting down on the urge to slap him.
"Thanks," I said tightly, trying to rise.
