She took a step back again. Yosef simply pulled her even tighter until they were touching. His hand moved lower.
Too low.
“Sheikh Yosef, forgive the interruption, but there is something I would like to discuss,” Cyril said as he suddenly appeared beside them. “Mikal will escort the princess in your stead.”
There was an edge in his voice, one that told Aubrey he could see just how close Yosef was keeping her.
Yosef took a moment, a long moment, before he released Aubrey and smiled. “Of course. Aubrey, we can pick this up again.”
Not likely, she thought as she watched him walk away. Mikal held out his hands, but Aubrey shook her head. “I don’t think I’m up for another dance. In fact, I feel a little nauseous. Please let Jarah know that I’m going to retire early.”
It wasn’t a lie. She was nauseated, but it had nothing to do with the baby and everything to do with the way Yosef had touched her.