Page 15 of Thirst Trap
“Gotcha, Helmet Daddy,” she whispered under her breath, hips swinging sharper as she strutted back toward her desk.
Chapter 9
The Spiral and the Dm
Lucas couldn’t focus.
Not on the reports.
Not on the deals.
Not on Logan yelling about someone needing to be “dealt with.”
Not even Bonnie threatening to replace him with a Roomba if he didn’t stop looking like a haunted Victorian husband.
Because all he could see… was her.
Maddison Parker.
Cherry red dress.
Curves for days.
Mouth like sin.
And eyes that knew.
She was circling him. Like a lioness that had finally found her favorite prey.
And Lucas?
Lucas was prey with a hard on and a guilt complex.
By nightfall, he was in the basement. Lights dim. Ring light glowing. Phone in hand.
The familiar burn of double lives choking him.
@HelmetDaddy_XO opens on the screen.
Her DM. Still there. Waiting.
> Are you ever gonna reply, daddy? Or just keep ghosting me like all the other pretty disappointments?
Lucas’s thumb hovered. He hadn’t replied in months.
Because she was obsessive.
Because she was too much.
Because she sounded like someone who’d ruin his life.
Because he liked it.
And now he knew exactly who she was. Maddison Parker. His assistant. His torment.
His everything.
He cracked his knuckles. Typed. Deleted. Typed again.
