Part 5 - Boss Daddy

"What do you want to talk about?"

He put down the book he was reading and eyed me, his eyes lingering on my hips as if checking if I were okay. Deep in those eyes, I could see something I couldn't make out.

He cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from me and returning it to the book on his lap. "I want to make a proposal, Carissa." He patted the space next to him. "Sit."

I hesitated for a moment, then decided to oblige, taking a seat beside him on the vintage couch. The proximity was uncomfortably strange for me. Strange because it was making me hot especially what had just happened in my room. He'd seen everything!

"What proposal?" I asked, curious.

He paused for a moment as if carefully choosing his words. "If you've seen online, and I think you have," he began, his eyes intense, "people are curious about us. They've painted a certain picture, and I think it's time we take control of that narrative."

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

Dax's lips curled into a