236. THE LORD'S TROUBLES
VICTORIA
But the best reaction came from that harpy… no, wait, scratch that—Draco’s face was the best.
Those beast-like pupils scanned me from head to toe, lingering right on my deep neckline.
The curves of my pale breasts stood out against the red and black of my dress.
I could’ve sworn I heard him gulp as he strode firmly toward me.
Exactly how I wanted him—tongue out, fly tight.
And I’d make sure to unzip him myself later.
That’s what the erotic lingerie was for, courtesy of Celia, who looke