Lysandra's POV
I straightened, setting aside my glass, heart thudding as my eyes drank him in. His broad shoulders strained against the off-white armless he wore, arms hanging like the Hulk.
“You’re not in uniform?” I pointed out, adjusting as he stalked closer. Something about him felt different, though I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“I’m off today,” he said, sounding colder than usual, making me frown. “You haven’t been responding.”
He stopped right in front of me, squatting so his hands rested on my thighs.
I swallowed—not just from the heat of his touch, but because his coffee-dark eyes lacked that brightness I loved.
“He’s… getting suspicious,” I breathed as his hands parted my legs, crawling torturously under my gown.
“Mm.” His fingertip brushed my panties.
“We need to be m
