Dinner and Dilemmas

His burning palm pressed down on mine, and my cool fingers trembled instinctively as I pulled away.

"Mr. Kensington, why don't you just take me home?" I said, my mind a mess. But there was a firm voice inside me, reminding me not to get involved with him.

Alistair's face stiffened a little, his voice rough. "Serena, can't we just have a meal together as friends?"

I froze for a moment, looking at h