She shivered as he dragged his fingers across her leg. She knew she probably looked idiotic, blushing at even the tiniest touch. But she ate quietly, carefully, and left almost all the food on her plate.<br/><br/>Katie blinked when he motioned that he was ready for another serving. "Oh! Sorry. Sir."<br/><br/>She stood up, chewing her near-ragged lower lip, hoping the little puddle she left on her chair wasn't immediately noticable. She leaned forward, unsure if she looked just ungainly, as she tried to reach the dishes he'd pointed out. She was reasonably sure he had a very clear view of her ass but there was nothing she could do about it.<br/><br/>He'd pointed out some kind of salad and a sorbet-type dish with a raspberry sauce. Carefully, slowly, she portioned out some salad for him, then picked up the crystal bowl of sorbet. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't help it! His gaze made her so nervous and there was nothing more she wanted than to please him.<br/><br/>So, of course, she dropped the serving bowl with a heavy clunk onto her own plate. It tipped over, sloshing sticky, freezing cold syrupy sweetness all over her belly and part of his lap. Katie froze, her eyes huge in panic and her lower lip already trembling.<br/><br/>"Fuck! Please, don't get mad! I'm sorry, sir!"