Chapter 11
Cat and Mouse
He said nothing. Sat at his desk, staring at numbers he wasn’t reading. All he saw was her Maddison Parker,hips swaying past his office like she owned the damn floor.
She said nothing. Not at first. Pretended to check her phone in the hall, then pivoted on her heels tap, tap, tap and pushed his door open without waiting.
“Morning, boss. Black, right?”
She set his coffee down, leaning over just enough to weaponize her cleavage.
“…Thanks.”
“You looked tense yesterday. Bad day?”
“Fine.”
She smirked, eyes glinting like she’d already seen him fall apart in her DMs. Like she’d already heard the way he groaned when he came to her name. She said “Funny. My friend swears I’ve got a type of emotionally repressed men with god complexes.”
He blinked. Trap. Every word felt like bait strung out on a wire.
“No idea why she’d say that.” Then winked and walked out, hips moving slow and deliberate.
He said nothing. Just stared at the door long after it closed, pulse pounding. She knew. She fucking knew.
She said yes to temptation the second she opened Instagram. Another post from @helmetdaddy_xo mirror pic, abs sharp, hair mussed. The caption:
“Some of us are built for worship, others to be worshipped. Guess which one I am.” She said: “So Lucas.” And smirked.
Her phone buzzed. His reply to her last voice note.
He said: “You have a dangerous voice, booklover69.”
She smirked wider. Time to test him.
She said nothing with her face. Just snapped a photo neck down, freckles in candlelight, lace bralette framing curves he already craved.
She typed:
Have you ever met someone who makes you feel unhinged? Like you want to ruin them and worship them at the same time?
Because I think I just started working for mine.
He doesn’t talk much, but I know he’s watching me. And it’s got me dripping, daddy. He said nothing in the board meeting. Couldn’t. Could barely breathe. Logan was talking about shipments and routes, but all he saw was her. The freckles. The lace .
The words. The dripping.
Logan said, “Lucas? Are you listening?”
“…Yeah. Thinking.” Lucas mumbled.
Logan snorted. “About your assistant, probably.”
He muttered “Shut up.”
She said nothing as she was refreshed, waiting. Until her screen lit up
“What would you do if he bent the knee for you, booklover?”
She bit her lip. Typed fast.
Make him beg.
He said nothing as he shoved out of the meeting, muttering about needing five minutes.
“What the fuck are you doing?” at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Shirt rumpled. Tie loose. Eyes blown wide. He looked like a man unraveling because he was. She said nothing downstairs. Just watched him leave, flushed and twitchy, jaw tight like a sinner after confession.
She grinned.
Maddison smiled, “Got you.”
Phase Two.
Coffee breaks? She’d be waiting.
Friday night drinks? She’d “accidentally” end up in his car.
The next thirst trap? She’d answer so boldly he’d need another cold shower.
She tapped her pen against glossed lips. Crossed her legs.
She said nothing else. Not out loud.
But the promise was clear
Maddison Parker was about to become Lucas Creams’ favourite problem.