59 — Daddy is back...?

When Julian guides me into his office and closes the door after I enter the room, I can already feel my heart beating desperately in my chest. I wait for him to close the curtains, but instead he just walks over to the desk and sits down.

And he's looking at me so intensely that the air is also taken out of my lungs.

“Why don't you sit down?” He asks with a serious tone that brings butterflies to my belly.

I swallow hard and comply, approaching him fearfully… And just as I'm ready to sit in the chair opposite him, he mumbles something and says, “Actually, I think you should come over here.”

Sighing deeply, I walk across the table, stopping right next to Julian… And lower my eyes to study the lazy way he's sitting, with his shoulders spread and his hands clumsily on his lap… his shapely thighs marked by his pants.

Suddenly, my mouth goes dry.

I press my knees together, trying to ease the sudden tickle that ta