Ella POV
The sudden touch of Alexander’s hands on my back, exposed from the courageous dip of my dressline, made my skin feel like it was on fire.
“Why would I do that, darling?” he laughed. “She keeps making these jokes lately, all because I forgot to rub her feet last night.”
Rub my feet?
I couldn’t decide if the laugh or the embrace or the imaginary foot-rubbing was more unsettling. All three of those things were so out of character for him that it briefly made me wonder if he had been replaced with a lookalike in the past thirty seconds.
“You never rub my feet,” I hissed, pushing my palms into his chest. “You’re a liar.”
Alexander held fast and chuckled. “Women,” he joked, eliciting some laughs from the people around us. The only people who weren’t laughing were
