Daddy You Are Mine Forever
he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of my lower lip.
“S-so when do I start?” I stuttered, unable to hold his gaze.
He stood up abruptly, breaking the spell, though the tension remained. He walked back to his desk and picked up a heavy, leather-bound book, tossing it onto my lap.
"Start with the footnotes in chapter four," he said, his tone returning to its professional coldness, though his eyes remained dark. "I want them cross-referenced by nine o'clock. And Ivy?"
I looked up from the book, my hands trembling as I held it.