Page 5 of Thirst Trap
His heart did something. Or maybe it was fear.
***
His jawline was offensive.
That was Maddison’s first thought.
He was tall, in a fitted shirt that hugged his chest in a way that made her brain short circuit for a second. Hair slightly too long to be corporate, like he hadn’t bothered to conform. Sharp cheekbones. Tense posture. Blue eyes that watched like he was assessing threat levels.
Oh my God.
This was Helmet Daddy.
She knew that jaw.
She stood slowly, trying not to visibly gape, and followed him down the hall, her heels echoing like gunshots on the marble floor.
She leaned in with a smile. “Nice building. Cold though.”
Lucas gave a tight nod. “It's secure.”
“Bet it is.”
***
She smelled like something sweet and sinful.
Vanilla maybe. And lust.
He could feel her behind him as they walked. He couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. She hadn’t stopped smiling since she’d stood up, and now he wasn’t sure if this was the best or worst idea of his career.
They entered the interview room.
He gestured to the chair. “Please.”
She dropped into it like she owned the place.
“Do you always look this miserable?” she asked.
He blinked.
She winked.
***
This man was trying so hard not to look at her tits.
Helmet Daddy, my ass.
More like Nervous CEO Daddy.
She tilted her head. “So. What’s the job? Am I meant to fetch coffee or cover up murders?”
He coughed. Hard.
She bit back a grin.
Oh yeah. He’sdefinitelyHelmet Daddy. This is gonna be fun.
