Ginevra couldn't help but be drawn further into their little tete a tete. Mr Bensouda's response, laced with a hint of disapproval and the suggestion of a return to her bed, sent a shiver down her spine. His double meaning, biting her lip.

She met his gaze with a look that was equal parts daring and inviting. Her voice, a sultry whisper, carried a hint of mischief. "Well, Mister Bensouda," she began, her lips curving into a sly smile, "you make a very fine point?" Her hand extended towards him, her fingers brushing his ever so lightly as she offered it for him to take. "And I'm sure you will get me exactly where I need to go." she extended her hand to him, a genteel gesture as though preparing to take a turn in the garden during a tea party.

Her gaze held his, an unspoken invitation in her eyes. The world around them seemed to blur, leaving only the charged connection between them. Ginevra was well aware of the risks and the allure of what they were both contemplating, and she found herself unable to resist. The prospect of spending the night with Yassine was a tantalizing adventure she was more than willing to pursue. Their last dalliance had been clumsy, at least on her part, and intoxicating.

Her hand remained extended, her fingers waiting for his touch, a silent invitation. The fight around them seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the allure of the night and the forbidden desires that pulsed through Vera.