Daddy's Naughty Girl
I'm in another element, another form — I'm another Lia as I slide between Tristan and the kitchen counter, the fly of his expensive suit pants dragging across my bare stomach.
Immediately, I'm pinned by that icy blue, hooded gaze. The one that made so many women fall at his feet. That made him a no-nonsense billionaire many times over in the business world. It's piercing. Sharp. Ruthless. It makes me almost lose my act. But I don't. I latch onto my courage with an extra ferocity, and reach up to loosen his black tie. “Don't you ever get tired of working, Big Daddy? You can't work so hard all the time. It's not good for you,” I murmur, using the nickname I've been using for him since middle s