Page 80 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
“I’m sure I can figure it out, but if you know how…”
She rolls her eyes. “Not hard. I can whip one up in minutes. It’ll probably take you all night, and we know you won’t have all night to do it. Not with the way you’re supervised every moment of the day.”
“Yeah. That’s what we’ll call it. Supervised.”
Her giggle is loud enough that a few heads turn out in the main office. Miles narrows his eyes at us.
Busted.
“God, I love crime-adjacent friendship. Let’s do this.”
We slip out of the conference room and back to our cubicles under our boss’s watchful gaze. I wink at him, and he frowns, but it’s not long before Trent is at my back. “Time to go.”
I flutter my lashes at Sunny, and she sends me a salute. It gives me the energy to tease Trent the entire way home.
The next morning, Sunny is waiting for me at the entrance at 6:30 sharp.
The men only agreed to have me come in early—accompanied by them, of course—because I said I had to meet with Sunny for something personal. You know, a feminine thing.
No one really wanted to stick around for this conversation.
But since I’m meeting her at work. Early. It’s the only reason they’ve left me unaccompanied. Well, that and they believe their building is secure enough to leave us alone in it.
Still, we need to move fast.
I use Oliver’s keycard. He’s going to be able to track me, but I need his access before he shuts off its usefulness.
“Ready?”
Sunny’s eyes light up. “Yes. Let’s go.”
I swipe us in and march with all the confidence toward the elevator. We go up to the top floor, again with the access Oliver’s keycard allows us.
There are more people here than I imagined at this time of the morning. It’s just before the changeover, but the night crew is more robust than I thought.
We luck out, finding easy access to a smoke alarm in a posh little breakroom they have all to themselves. The selfish bastards.
I climb up on one of the tables and pull the tiny red lighter from my pocket, flicking it on and holding the flame under the sensor. I’m not burning anything, so there’s no real smoke, but it’s the kind where the heat trips the alarm.
It shrieks after a mere three seconds.
Technically, not arson. Just a sensitive detector. You know, as long as no one checks the security feed…
I’m sure Oliver will, and I’m ready to take my punishment for it if it means we make more headway on my dad’s case.
I hop down and grin at Sunny. “Showtime.”
She’s in motion the moment the words are out of my mouth, coffee cup in hand, her cardigan slipping off one shoulder like the klutzy intern persona she plays way too well.
“Five minutes, tops,” I remind her, watching as the overnight workers shuffle into the hallway and security grumbles and waves their arms.
Sunny and I hide behind the breakroom door as they pass, and as soon as it’s clear we’re moving.
I plant myself at the corner nearest the investor’s wing—eyes open, ears sharper than ever—watching the clock tick towardsomething we can’t undo as Sunny slips down the hall to that office we narrowed our search down to.
And by god, I hope we’ve gotten the right one. Otherwise, this is all for nothing.
The longer I wait, the more my stomach twists on itself.
