Page 6 of Thirst Trap
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This was bad. She was confident, gorgeous, and clearly smarter than she let on. And he was one dumb comment away from embarrassing himself.
Why does she smell like vanilla and danger?
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He shuffled his notes. She didn’t care.
“So, how many bodies are in the basement?” she asked sweetly.
He stared at her, jaw tight.
She winked.
He looked like he might combust.
Lucas blinked. Once. Twice.
Her voice, her attitude, her presence, everything about her had short circuited his brain.
She was too much.
Too loud.
Too bold.
Too tightly dressed.
Too everything.
But also…
Exactly his type.
And worse: something about her felt familiar.
No. No way. That’s not
Booklover69 had never shown her face.
Don’t be insane.
Maddison smirked, leaning back in the chair like she already knew the answer.
Lucas fumbled his words. “Erm… yeah. You’re hired.”
She blinked, surprised for the first time.
“Are you serious?”
He nodded quickly, already standing. “Start tomorrow.”
Maddison stood slowly, catlike. “Okay then.”
Lucas cleared his throat, looking anywhere but her chest.
“Coffee. Black. In the mornings.”
