Run With The Devil

The Test

Lyras pov

The next morning, I decided to test the waters in a way I hadn't before. I put on a short, dark red dress that hugged my curves provocatively. The fabric was light, almost airy, and with the high slit, it accentuated every movement. I wanted to see how Deon would react, how he'd handle my audacious display of confidence.

As I walked down the stairs, every step was deliberate, designed to showcase the dress and my confidence. I could feel eyes on me-Harper's wide-eyed shock, the men's amused stares, and a particular intensity in Deon's gaze.

Harper, ever the supportive friend, tried to mask her surprise with a smile. "Wow, Lyra," she said, though her tone betrayed a mix of shock and admiration. "That's quite the outfit."

I just smiled, letting the edge of mischief dance on my lips. "It's just a dress," I said casually, though I knew the effect it was having. I was testing the boundaries, seeing how much I could push without crossing the line.

Deon was in his office, deep in discussion with several of his men. I walked past the open door, letting the dress catch the light and highlight every movement. The reaction was immediate-Deon's eyes flicked up from his papers, his expression shifting as he took in the sight of me.

"Lyra," he said, his voice carrying a hint of surprise and something else-something I couldn't quite place but was intrigued by. "What's going on?"

I stopped in the doorway, letting the dress sway slightly, and gave him a sultry smile. "Just thought I'd join the conversation," I said, my voice teasing. "Is that a problem?"

His gaze lingered on me, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. He was trying to stay focused on his work, but I could tell my appearance was making it difficult. The other men in the room exchanged glances, their reactions a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Deon cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "Not at all. But if you're looking for something specific, maybe I can help after this meeting?"

I let a soft laugh escape, enjoying the effect I was having. "Oh, I'm sure you can," I said, my tone playful. "But for now, I'll just be around, enjoying the view."

With that, I sauntered away, making sure to move with an air of confidence. I knew the dress was doing its job, drawing eyes and eliciting reactions.

At lunch, I took a seat at the table, making sure my dress was arranged to its fullest effect. I noticed Deon trying to keep his attention on the conversation, but his gaze kept straying.

As I reached for a piece of bread, I made sure my movements were slow and deliberate, letting the dress fall slightly to one side as I leaned over. "Deon," I said with a teasing tone, "I didn't realize you had such a strong will. How are you managing to keep your eyes on the conversation?"

He chuckled, clearly trying to keep his focus. "It's a challenge, but I'm managing."

I smiled, taking a bite of my food and letting my gaze linger on him. "You know, if you need a break, I'm right here."

Harper tried to hide her amusement behind her coffee cup, while the men exchanged knowing glances. It was clear that my little game was shaking things up, and I was enjoying every moment of it.

Deon's cheeks reddened slightly as he tried to remain composed. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm afraid I have to stay focused."

I leaned closer, brushing my fingers lightly against his arm. "Oh, come on. You can't possibly be that focused all the time. You're allowed to enjoy yourself a little."

He looked at me, a mix of amusement and frustration in his eyes. "You're certainly keeping things interesting."

I laughed softly, running my fingers playfully along his arm. "That's the idea. Besides, who says you can't have a bit of fun while you work?"

As the meal continued, I made sure to keep my movements flirtatious and teasing, drawing more reactions from Deon and the others. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could tell my presence was making an impact.

Deons pov

The atmosphere at the table was charged, with Lyra's playful demeanor creating an undercurrent of tension that was hard to ignore. I tried to focus on my meal and the ongoing conversation, but Lyra's presence and the way she moved in that dress made it nearly impossible to stay fully composed.

Her every gesture seemed calculated to provoke a reaction. She leaned over the table, her dress shifting provocatively, giving me fleeting glimpses that made it increasingly difficult to concentrate. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and the tightness in my chest as I struggled to maintain my composure.

Lyra seemed to notice my discomfort. Her gaze met mine with an almost mischievous glint. "Deon," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of seduction, "are you sure you're alright? You seem a bit... distracted."

I swallowed hard, trying to focus on my food, but my appetite had dwindled. "I'm fine," I managed to reply, though my voice was rougher than I intended.

She smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me. "Are you sure? It looks like you could use a break."

Her words, combined with her teasing smile and the way she was so close, made it almost unbearable. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to will away the arousal that was evident despite my best efforts.

Harper and the other men at the table seemed to notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere. Their glances flickered between Lyra and me, and I could sense their curiosity. I needed to regain control, to refocus on something other than the distracting presence beside me.

Lyra, however, seemed intent on keeping the tension high. She leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against my arm as she reached for a piece of bread. The light touch was enough to send a jolt of electricity through me, amplifying the struggle to stay composed.

"Maybe you should take a walk or get some fresh air," she suggested with a playful tone, her voice almost a purr.

I nodded, trying to mask the intensity of my feelings. "That's a good idea. I think I could use a moment to clear my head."

As I stood up, I could feel Lyra's eyes on me, her gaze heavy with both amusement and something else-something more intense. I excused myself from the table, trying to maintain my dignity as I made my way out of the room, my mind racing with the aftermath of the interaction.