LILA

Without thinking twice, I slide my hand beneath the table, fingers hooking the edge of my lace panties. The room stills, or maybe it's just me holding my breath. His eyes lock on mine instantly, narrowing with suspicion, curiosity, and something I couldn't tell... Want?

I know he's wondering what the hell I’m doing? Well, he doesn't knows what's coming his way yet.

 I didn't break the stare. If this goes wrong... Well, Lola would be the death of us.

“You’re not just teasing a man, sweetheart,” she mutters in my head, “You’re teasing the devil himself. I love this for us.”

Slowly, I deliberately pull them down under...