Page 18 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)

Is that the same notebook I saw her scratching away in at lunch. I itch to discover what she’s so intent on. What’s spiking her respiratory rate and making her glow like that?

She’s been testing boundaries today. Sauntering around our office like she owns the place. Like she can wrap every man herearound her finger the same way she did Ryan. And already, her magic is working on our personnel.

Spellbound by her confidence. If only they knew how well she could back it up.

That confidence is exactly what’s going to get her into trouble.

After a few minutes, I lean against the door jam. “Can we bug her phone or something? Keep a better watch on her?”

Not that what Oliver is doing—has been doing—isn’t impressive. But it would be faster and would give us more information if we had a tracker on her.

Finally keep her safe the way we’ve been trying to for the past year since Ryan’s death. She doesn’t like to stay home, likes to be around too many people. Too public of places. Not paying enough attention to her surroundings. To the people watching her.

Especially since she split with her boyfriend a few weeks ago.

Harper’s head lifts, taking a deep breath, and the angle showcases a large slice of her cleavage. That tight little outfit she’s wearing today, showing off her curves and too much leg…

Then her winking at every man that met her gaze. Grinning at me like I’m somehow immune to her bratty charm.

I’m not.

It boils my blood, burning my palms as I maintained control. She’s not to be touched in this office. By anyone.

Especially me.

Grant turns to peer at me as I watch Harper tie her hair back with a hairband. “You want to bug her phone?”

I suck in a deep breath and meet his gaze. “You don’t?”

“Mmm.” He does. I know he does.

This damn protective impulse is riding all of us. We can’t readily keep a solid eye on her when she’s home. Not like we can when she’s here, at the office.

As much as the decision to give her an internship is based on her merit…her family, our history…it’s about keeping an eye on her, too.

We just need to be sure she doesn’t take this opportunity to dig into Ryan’s death.

She’s too much like her mom.

Too much like her dad.

That doesn’t spell out an easy path ahead for this. Because she’s got no sense of what kind of danger she’s in. Perhaps, that’s our fault for not divulging where Ryan was when he died. What he’d fallen into.

If only he hadn’t done it alone. Without us. Even if it was just an inkling, he should have let us in on it.

And now, she’s here without the experience of being shot at, at being hunted, at being the prey to some sick, perverted bastards. For us, it’s just another day. But not for her.

“Her badge, phone, and laptop already give me location and some visual. How much of her do you want to see?” Oliver asks.

I want to see a lot more.

More than I should.

Especially after the way she shivered when I told her to behave. Fuck, it’s left me with circling thoughts all day, growing worse and worse with each spin she took in that fucking chair.

I would have loved to be a fly on the wall while she battled with Leonard in that conference room. Because, let’s face it, Harper’s a brat. She expects to get everything she wants. And heaven help me if I’m one of those things.

If I want to be one of those things.