Page 55 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
The plush carpet makes my wait easy, and it’s not too long before he sets down what he’s reading and turns to me, a fingerunder my chin as we play the staring game. After a minute, he tells me to stand, and he inspects my outfit.
I decided not to push him on it this morning because I already have plans to piss him off later.
But there’s something about being told what to do at home, by a man I willingly hand control over to, that makes me bold for the rest of my life. Even if he wants to be in charge there, too.
That’s not how I play this game.
Besides, I have things to do today that mean breaking some of Grant’s rules for the office. And it’s better if he doesn’t know I plan to disobey him.
I studied those redacted files in between the usual stack I’m assigned to review, and I finally found a connection, the last four numbers in sequence. The only thing I could connect it to was an IP address, and the last digits indicated our network.
The information was redacted by someone else in the firm, which means I need to get my hands on them. I learned a trick online of how to recover what they redacted, but I need to get my hands on the original prints to do it.
I can’t ask Grant for direction or for Oliver to dig into it for me. Every time they get their hands on something I find, I lose access to my clues, and that’s getting super aggravating.
It’s time to enlist my own help. Sunny was so gung-ho before; would she be willing to risk aiding me again?
I cozy up to her at lunch, which isn’t so abnormal, but Grant did instruct me that I must eat lunch with her—or him—when I’m at work. None of the other interns dare sit with us today. I guess the spectacle Trent made yesterday was enough to keep them at bay.
For now.
“So, hey,” I start softly.
Her brow lifts and mouth quirks as if to hide her ever-present smile. “Hey…”
She draws the word out like a question.
“I know we didn’t get to play spy last time, but I have a new mission that I need some help with. And we would have to pull it off here. In the building. Without being caught.”
Sunny practically trills, wiggling in her seat. “Ooo, yes, yes, yes.”
“First, I need you to help me locate an office based on an IP address. Then, I need a distraction while I’m in there.” I take her hand and squeeze it in mine to keep her from showing too much outward excitement. She squeezes back. Hard.
“This is, like, some for real spy shit. Okay. You got it on you?” Sunny is glowing. If Kyle saw her right now, he’d probably fall to his knees and propose. It’s hard to pass up so much sunshine.
“No. It’s back at my desk. I’ll slide it to you when we get back. I figure I’ll take one of my famous coffee breaks?—”
“The ones where you like to wander because it helps your brain make connections.”
I laugh. “Yeah, one of those, only this one will bring me to the office I need to sneak into to grab what I’m looking for.”
I can’t give her much more than that. It’s better not to, and I’m glad she doesn’t press me for more information.
Sunny shifts topics easily. “You’re glowing today. Does this have to do with the three men who have kidnapped you and are holding you against your will?”
Sighing, I’ve told Sunny little bits of what’s been happening. It’s better for the people who might find out about it to think that this has to do with my investigation into my dad rather than the slow unravelling of boundaries between me and my bosses.
“My brattiness is starting to pay off. That’s all.”
She purses her lips, knowing more than I’m saying by reading my body language. It behooves me to remember she’s been trained in many of the same techniques I have.
There’s no reason for her to know the way I let my three captors dominate me after we leave this place.
Fuck, who am I kidding, they control a good portion of my life here, too.
It’s why I have to go behind their backs after all, and if Oliver isn’t listening, he’ll see when I make my move.
He sees everything.
