She jerked her foot back.
But Ryan Osborne's face was stern, his voice cold. "Don't move!"
She froze, too scared to move. She was so used to Eric Kensington shouting at her that her first instinct was to obey when any man yelled at her that way.
He mixed the cool medicinal liquid in his palm and rubbed it onto her ankle.
Her ankle felt cool, then warm. His touch wasn't painful at all. In fact, it was so ticklish she couldn't help but want to laugh.
Her thick lashes fluttered as she stared, mesmerized, at his hands.
They were long and slender, with well-defined knuckles and pale skin on the back.
He had rolled up his sleeves, revealing the cuffs of his white dress shirt. One cuff had accidentally brushed against the medicinal liquid, staining it slightly yellow.
She blinked, trying to ignore the tickling sensation, and bit her lip until it was a luscious red.
For over ten minutes, Ryan Osborne massaged her ankle with meticulous care, not sloppy in the least.
