DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
The wind howled outside the tall glass windows of the 32nd floor, whipping snow so thick it looked like a white wall. Messy stood in the middle of the open-plan office, biting her lip as she tried to stuff papers back into folders. Her name was actually Maya, but everyone called her Messy for a reason. She was twenty-six, curvy in all the right places, with wild dark curls that never stayed in her ponytail and a habit of spilling coffee on important documents.