Page 8 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)

But the rest of the details are still hazy.

Like they think I couldn’t handle it.

But they’re wrong.

Losing Dad and not understanding why is what prompted me to shift my degree toward criminology on top of the psychology major I’d already spent three years in.

Which means I earned myself this internship to dig up everything I can about the mission he was on.

About everything those three decided to keep from me.

Dad was too smart to go into a job without a mountain of information behind him.

Without people he could trust at his back.

Watching out for him.

So who didn’t pull their weight? Who fucked up?

I will find out.

Eventually.

The weighted reminder of my dad and what I lost has me sinking into myself a little, suppressing the fire that I’ve let fuel me through every hard bit of the last year without him.

Sunny’s head whips to the side, her eyes wide.

The way she bites her lip as she ogles every new man that walks by prods me out of my grief by inches.

“I swear, it’s something in the water at this place. You see what I’m seeing, right?”

They all rather look like nondescript men to me, but Sunny finds something to appreciate about every man who crosses her path—one has nice hands, another has an elegant neck, one’s shoulders are wide enough she could sit on them, another’s mouth is nice to look at when he talks…

She goes on and on about each one, ready to slip onto the next when he appears.

Would she talk so openly about it if she knew they could all likely hear her?

I have a feeling she would.

Innocence and naivety doesn’t mean prude after all.

It doesn’t mean shy either, because Sunny certainly is not that.

She devours every scrap of her food between her breakdown of and compliments for every man in the room.

I think Sunny needs a boyfriend.

Or at least a plaything.

Maybe more than one.

One’s never been enough for me. Personally.

I force myself to eat half of my lunch before Sunny stands and signals that we should return to the most boring first day of work in the world.

When I roll my eyes and groan, Sunny laughs and links her arm with mine. “Just imagine all of the things we’ll get to do once the paperwork is taken care of.”

I let her playfully drag me back through the office to our conference room and the manuals we needed to review.