Page 13 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
A deep pang rings in my chest.
“How are you getting home?”
“The train, of course.”
Dismissive.
No thought of the dangers that lurk on the rails.
“You should let us send you home in a car.”
Now that she’s here, she’s in more danger than before.
Harper’s feet drop to the floor, her bag strap settling over her shoulder before she stands.
Leaning over the edge of my desk, she gives me a teasing smile—and a full view down her blouse.
Fuck.
“Hmm. Not necessary.”
Lingering for another few heartbeats tempts me more than it should, then she spins on her heels and is sashaying out of my office without looking back. I let her go.
It’s fine.
I don’t need to be verbally combative with her to get what I want.
Straightening my jacket and buttoning it when I stand, I march over to Oliver’s office.
He’s behind a big bank of computer screens, and on the one in the lowest left corner, Harper is in the elevator, headed down to the lobby.
Oliver looks me over before turning back to the screen.
We’re both going to watch and ensure she gets home safely.
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HARPER
God, why does Grant acting like my dad have to be so fucking hot?
I want him.
Like in a real fucking way.
Fantasies from far away are fine, but this shit has bloomed in full force.
The quiet, contemplative way Grant is looking at me…it’s not helping.
He doesn’t even glance at my legs when I put them on full display.
Although I did clock the one peek at my chest when I leaned over the back of the chair.
Yeah, his stare is different from all the other times he’s looked at me. It turns my flirt dial up a level.
Makes me a little brattier, too.
Ha, it makes him smile.
