Page 19 of Thirst Trap
“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair, pacing the floor like a caged animal.
She knew.
She had to know.
That teasing smirk.
Those glances that lingered.
The way she leaned over his desk like she dared him to snap.
Was she playing him?
Or worse, hunting him?
His cock throbbed again, betrayal written all over his body.
This wasn’t the plan. He was supposed to have control. The mask. The distance.
The power.
Instead?
Maddison Parker had him spiraling, every breath a confession, every thought hers.
And he couldn’t stop.
Chapter 11
Cat and Mouse
He said nothing. Sat at his desk, staring at numbers he wasn’t reading. All he saw was her Maddison Parker,hips swaying past his office like she owned the damn floor.
She said nothing. Not at first. Pretended to check her phone in the hall, then pivoted on her heels tap, tap, tap and pushed his door open without waiting.
“Morning, boss. Black, right?”
She set his coffee down, leaning over just enough to weaponize her cleavage.
“…Thanks.”
“You looked tense yesterday. Bad day?”
“Fine.”
She smirked, eyes glinting like she’d already seen him fall apart in her DMs. Like she’d already heard the way he groaned when he came to her name. She said “Funny. My friend swears I’ve got a type of emotionally repressed men with god complexes.”
He blinked. Trap. Every word felt like bait strung out on a wire.
“No idea why she’d say that.” Then winked and walked out, hips moving slow and deliberate.
He said nothing. Just stared at the door long after it closed, pulse pounding. She knew. She fucking knew.
She said yes to temptation the second she opened Instagram. Another post from @helmetdaddy_xo mirror pic, abs sharp, hair mussed. The caption:
“Some of us are built for worship, others to be worshipped. Guess which one I am.” She said: “So Lucas.” And smirked.
Her phone buzzed. His reply to her last voice note.
