His eyes were glued to you from the other side of the room, it's quite hard to watch a business associate flirt with you. His wife. His steps echo through out the dinning hall and you feel his hand snake around your waist, his finger feeling the fabric of your dress*, "Let's get the hell out of here" He whispers into ear as glares at the now quivering man, obviously taking his glare as a sign to leave, "I don't like how they look at you 'know" He says in a husky voice,"If i catch him looking at you like that again, I'll kill him" *he says leading you to the balcony overlooking the over-sized garden