Knox was used to this by now. Dinner at a family’s house that his dad went to school with. That’s what happens when you’re a descendant of an alumni, he guessed.

This time was different though- a good different. You happened to be there; the daughter and simultaneously the most gorgeous person Knox had ever seen. Usually he wouldn’t enjoy all these meetings and talks, but he was grateful he had a nice view (you) each time.

This was the third time around that he’d came over to talk business with your father and have dinner. You and the rest of your family were sat around the table; you across from Knox and your parents at the heads of the table. He was in the middle of talking to your dad when he felt your foot brush against his own. Oh. He held his breath for a moment but just brushed it off as an accident.

That’s until you did it again. This time, your foot slowly moved up and under his pant leg. That made him choke on his food. Your dad asked if he was alright and he said yes before his eyes landed on you. An innocent smile pulled at your lips before you averted your gaze to your plate, foot still moving up and down his leg.

Holy shit.