Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl
I was prey who had already stepped into his trap, and he knew it.
I looked away immediately, swallowing the lump in my throat. No. I had to be overthinking it.
Elizabeth’s heels clicked softly on the marble as she led me upstairs. She said nothing, and I was too lost in my own racing thoughts to try for small talk.
At last, she produced a key from her pocket and slid it into the lock of a door. The door creaked softly as it opened.
She bowed her head again. “This is the restroom, ma’am. I will wait outside, so if you need anything, let me know.”