Page 1 of Forbidden Daddy

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CASSIE

Monday. The shittiest day of the week. Especially after your Sunday night booty call ghosts you.

"I can’t believe Jeremy didn’t text me back," I groaned to my coworker, Jenny, as we loitered in the break room pretending to be busy.

"Which guy was that, again?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

I shot her a look. "It’s not like there are that many."

Jenny laughed. "What did you send him?"

I paused. My cheeks were on fire.

"Are you blushing? What did you write?"

"It was bad."

"Spill it or I’m definitely getting you set up with Matt from accounting at the holiday party this year."

"Ew, barf! Okay, but I was two glasses of Chardonnay in! I should not be allowed near a phone while tipsy."

She opened her mouth to push harder, and then her jaw hit the floor. I whipped my head around.

Oh, fuck.

Sin-on-a-stick walked into the break room.

Blue eyes. Black hair with streaks of silver. Tattoos that make women do regrettable things. And a suit so tight it looked one stray thread away from popping off those biceps.

We both stopped talking. I stopped breathing.

Roman Creed.

CEO, enforcer-turned-cleaner.

He wasn’t just hot. He was dangerous.

But today? Today, he looked different. Hungrier. His eyes had that don’t-fuck-with-me gleam. That I’m the lion and this is my jungle kind of energy.

"Morning, ladies. Cassie, I need to see you in one hour. My office."

Then, he was gone.

My mind went from ‘bad day’ to ‘panic’.

What the hell does he want? Shit. I really need this job. Am I fired? What did I screw up?

"Okay, what’s wrong with your face?" Jenny asked, waving her hand in front of my eyes.

I blinked back to reality. "What?"

"You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or like Roman Creed just asked you to his office. Oh, wait—" She grinned wickedly. "He did."

"It’s not funny, Jen."

"It’s a little funny. You went from slutty wine-texting confessions to looking like you’re about to throw up."