Daddy's Little Angel
he said, extending a hand towards me.
“Hello,” I replied, hesitant.
“What’s your name miss?” Before I could answer, a familiar voice cut through the air like a blade.
“Her name is Ms Easton, and she’s my assistant,” Mr Parker stood in the doorway, his voice sharp and cold. I turned my head towards him, and for a brief moment our eyes met. His expression was tight, unreadable– but I could feel he wasn't feeling well, a small sign of jealousy was around his face.