Make Me (2)

Lila's POV

The gala ballroom glittered but all I felt was the burn of Marcus’s eyes on me from across the room. I wore a backless emerald gown that clung to every curve, the deep V plunging almost to my navel, the slit up my thigh flashing my skin with every step. Again, I had no bra on but this time I was wearing a pantie which was my lace thong that was already damp. I’d chosen it specifically for him.

I danced with a handsome investor, laughing too loudly, pressing my body against his while I scanned the room for Marcus. He stood near the wall...