He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, pulling the girl into his lap.
"What are you doing?!"
"Don't scream," he replied calmly, holding her in that position with an arm around her waist. Kelly had no choice but to put her hands on his shoulders.
"I'm not going to scream for you to hear me."
The man's velvet voice gave goosebumps down the girl's spine. Its husky notes seemed familiar to Kelly. This was not the first time she had spoken to Barkens, but now it was as if she had heard him for the first time. And at the same time, it seemed to her that this voice had been familiar to her for a very long time.
What the hell is this? The fifth glass of wine was obviously too much for the evening. Everything was too much now. Too much, but too alluring.