Page 20 of Thirst Trap
He said: “You have a dangerous voice, booklover69.”
She smirked wider. Time to test him.
She said nothing with her face. Just snapped a photo neck down, freckles in candlelight, lace bralette framing curves he already craved.
She typed:
Have you ever met someone who makes you feel unhinged? Like you want to ruin them and worship them at the same time?
Because I think I just started working for mine.
He doesn’t talk much, but I know he’s watching me. And it’s got me dripping, daddy. He said nothing in the board meeting. Couldn’t. Could barely breathe. Logan was talking about shipments and routes, but all he saw was her. The freckles. The lace.
The words. The dripping.
Logan said, “Lucas? Are you listening?”
“…Yeah. Thinking.” Lucas mumbled.
Logan snorted. “About your assistant, probably.”
He muttered “Shut up.”
She said nothing as she was refreshed, waiting. Until her screen lit up
“What would you do if he bent the knee for you, booklover?”
She bit her lip. Typed fast.
Make him beg.
He said nothing as he shoved out of the meeting, muttering about needing five minutes.
“What the fuck are you doing?” at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Shirt rumpled. Tie loose. Eyes blown wide. He looked like a man unraveling because he was. She said nothing downstairs. Just watched him leave, flushed and twitchy, jaw tight like a sinner after confession.
She grinned.
Maddison smiled, “Got you.”
Phase Two.
Coffee breaks? She’d be waiting.
Friday night drinks? She’d “accidentally” end up in his car.
The next thirst trap? She’d answer so boldly he’d need another cold shower.
She tapped her pen against glossed lips. Crossed her legs.
She said nothing else. Not out loud.
But the promise was clear
Maddison Parker was about to become Lucas Creams’ favourite problem.
Chapter 12
First Real Move
