Page 3 of Thirst Trap
“Why are you brooding like a Victorian bride?” Logan’s voice tore through the silence like a chainsaw through silk.
Lucas flinched.
His twin strolled in without knocking all tattoos, scars, and chaotic smirks tossing a protein bar onto Lucas’s desk and then flopping into the chair opposite like he owned it.
“Let me guess,” Logan said, legs wide, rings glinting. “Staring at your little kink account again?”
Lucas narrowed his eyes. “It’s not a kink account.”
“Oh no, my bad. Just shirtless on a motorbike with captions like‘yours if you beg.’Totally wholesome.”
Lucas groaned. “Why are you here?”
“New assistant interview. I wanted to see the look on your face when someone hot applies.”
Lucas scowled. “Maggie was nice.”
“She brought me Werther’s Originals,” Logan muttered fondly.
They both paused in weird nostalgic silence.
Lucas’s phone vibrated again.
A new DM.
From her.
booklover69:
“Are you thinking about me again? Or just that motorbike?”
He swallowed.
He didn’t know her name. Didn’t know her face but something about her words always made his pulse race.
Logan watched him, then smirked. “Still not planning on meeting any of these desperate fangirls, huh?”
Lucas shook his head. “No. That would ruin it.”
Logan stood, stretched, cracked his knuckles. “You’re gonna die alone. Just FYI.”
“Thanks.”
Lucas looked at the clock.
Interview in ten minutes.
He stood, straightened his shirt, and tried to remind himself he was the CEO of one of the most dangerous, powerful empires in the country.
You’re not the boy with the secrets. You’re Lucas Creams. Pull it together.
And then the elevator dinged.
He looked up.
She stepped out, red hair, leopard print, hips that didn’t lie, blazer that didn’t close and his brain just... stopped.
Oh no.
