Lola’s POV

Morgan’s hand slid from my shoulder and settled on my waist. My body stiffened instantly. Heat rushed up my neck, not from attraction but from the audacity of it.

“Take your hand off,” I said quietly, each word sharp. “That wasn’t part of the agreement.”

His smile curved, smug and slow. He didn’t move. “Then maybe we’ll need to modify the contract.”

My pulse jumped. I clenched my jaw, ready to push him away.

“Lola!” Evelyn’s voice cut through. She appeared ...