Thomas, who was sitting beside her, began to paw her in a way that she loathed. He pressed his hand up her naked thigh under her skirt until he reached her panties. That was quite enough for her. There were two older gentlemen sitting at the table beside them, who saw everything and showed by their lecherous looks they wanted to do exactly the same with her.
This time she would make Thomas regret he had publicly disgraced her. She scratched his arm and brusquely removed his offensive hand. He looked with astonishment at his pretty wife and couldn't understand why she was boiling with anger. Her dark blue eyes flashed with anger and she leaned towards him filled with hatred.
"Don't do that again," she whispered in his ear.
"Don't do what again?" He said in a loud voice, which everybody could hear.
Elina felt she could scratch his eyes out, the damned rogue.
"You know what I mean," she said.
"I have no idea what you mean," said Thomas with a cheeky, oily voice which made her mad, and she hissed like a wildcat.
The two older gentlemen continued to stare at her in the same repulsive way and Elina could have killed them both.
"Don't paw me in the way you did just now," she said.