Page 33 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
Absolutely. Don’t spill too much blood!
I bite back my smile and turn my attention back to Oliver. Still, there’s no change in his features.
“So, you’re not mad I went snooping?”
He lifts a finger to tap on his mouth. This stare-off has lasted longer than I’m comfortable. It makes my skin crawl with fear and anticipation.
“No. I am disappointed that you asked for an intern’s help instead of mine though.”
I’m unsure if I heard that right. “You’re disappointed…because I didn’t come to you?”
“If you’re smart enough to find a trail, you’re smart enough to know I saw you.” That’s not just disappointment in his voice—it’s something else. Possessive. Protective. Quietly furious.
I suck in a sharp breath as he turns back to the screens. My chest aches with something I can’t quite pinpoint. Something that makes me hot and bothered.
I’d thought of coming to him with this. But after the unhelpful third degree Grant and Trent gave me, I didn’t want him to do the same thing.
I bite my lip at him as he minimizes the footage and brings up a file. Mine.
Emotions are whiplashing through me. I can’t pin down Oliver. What he wants from me. From this situation.
“This isn’t about the snooping, Harper.” His voice drops to something darker. Measured. Those nearly black eyes are a chasm that give away nothing. “It’s about you being a target because of what you found.”
Wait. What? A target?
“What do you mean I’m a target now? How do they even know it’s me who found those?” I mean, I knew there was a chance that Dad’s friends might catch me. But someone else? Someone outside of the system?
Someone not on my radar that wants their hands on this information? How would they even know I’d go looking?
Those cold, calculating eyes burn hotter than I’ve ever seen. “It means someone’s watching you. Actively. And they’re not just looking for access to your father’s past.”
“What are they looking for then?”
“Access. And you just gave it to them.”
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TRENT
911
Isuck in a calming breath at Oliver’s text and cross the office in quick, efficient strides before stalking into his office.
When the door swings open, I spot Harper sitting stock still in the seat beside Oliver. She’s gone pale.
Panicked.
If she keeps holding her breath, she’s going to pass out. And Oliver sits watching her.
Shit.
He’s not made for this kind of comfort. His panic has sent him into such numbness that he’s not equipped to help others with theirs.
“What’s happening?” I hover behind her, putting my palm between her shoulder blade and leaning down to Harper’s ear. “Breathe.”
She sucks in a shuddering breath, holds it, and lets it out.
“Again.”
