Page 15 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
Even when I almost fell out of my top during a presentation.
Iron will.
Grant, though…
He’s not immune.
And if he’s not immune…
I pull my journal out of my bag and settle both on my lap to scribble in a new entry.
Entry #2
He orders me to take a car home, and this time, he doesn’t take my no as an answer.
When I get up to saunter away from him this time, he meets me at the door, his big hand pressed into the wood above my head as he drops that soft, calm voice even lower.
It’s a grumble in my ear.
“Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?”
That sends a deep shiver through me.
My face tips up, assessing how he hovers behind me.
His body is so big, throws off so much heatr and power that it’s like a physical caress down my back.
“Home.”
My voice is more husky than I intended.
More needy.
And he has to clock it.
Grant is too smart not to.
“You’ll wait for the car to take us.”
“Us?”
His big hand closes around my bicep, the same way it did as he escorted me in, and he presses his thumb to the door to open it.
All secure and safe and wary.
We walk at a steady space—not slow and not fast.
Eyes follow our movement, just like they did when he escorted me into his office.
He parades me to the elevator and doesn’t release me once we’re inside.
We’re also not alone, or I would definitely make a counter move.
A bratty tug of war that would only make him hold onto me harder.
As it is, I shoot him a look, and he doesn’t even bother to acknowledge it.
Stable. Calm. In charge.
