Page 4 of Thirst Trap

Chapter 3

The Interview

She was late.

Again.

Sweaty, slightly breathless, Maddison stormed into the Cream Towers lobby like a woman on the brink of either greatness or a public meltdown.

Until she sawthem.

A row of perfect girls. All slim. All blonde. All staring straight ahead like Stepford Wives waiting for their husbands.

Maddison scoffed under her breath and slumped into the only free seat, adjusting her bra strap and pulling her curls back from her face.

“Jesus Christ, did they cast this off a perfume commercial?”

One of the blondes side eyed her. Maddison smiled, sharp and unbothered.

Let them look. I’m not here to blend in.

She checked her lipstick with her front camera, then checked her DMs.

HelmetDaddy_xo had posted a new reel.

Maddison grinned.

“I swear to God, he posts for me.”

Her phone buzzed.

Remy: “Good luck. Try not to kick this boss.”

Maddison smirked. “Can’t promise that.”

***

Lucas hated interviews.

He’d much rather be in his basement gym or reading legal contracts or literally doing crime than hiring someone new to sit outside his office. But HR insisted.

He stepped into the waiting room, holding the clipboard, scanning names.

Then he saw her.

Her.

Red hair. Thick thighs crossed like a queen. Tight outfit. Attitude dripping from her dark lined eyes. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She looked like she dared him not to be impressed.

And Lucas froze.

His brain, usually calm and ordered, did a full reboot.

She looked up and smiled like she knew every secret he’d ever buried.

“Er Miss Parker?” he managed.

The corner of her mouth twitched. “Call me Maddison.”