Chapter 37 Do it Daddy
Melissa’s POV
I stood in front of my closet at six AM, staring at my options with focus.
Today was the day. Today, Gavin was going to crack.
I pulled out a burgundy pencil skirt that hugged every curve and ended just above my knee. Paired it with a cream silk blouse…but this time, I left three buttons undone. Not two. Three. Enough that when I moved, the lace edge of my black bra would peek through.
I did my makeup carefully. Foundation. Concealer. A touch of blush. Then my eyeliner…the sharp black wing that had become my signature. I extended it slightly longer than usual, making my eyes look bigger, more dramatic.
My hair I left down in loose waves that fell past my shoulders.
I stepped back and examined my reflection.
Hot. Professional. Completely intentional.
Perfect.
I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs, my heels clicking against the marble.
Jason was in the kitchen, shirtless as usual, eating cereal directly from the box while flipping through a sports magazine.
He glanced up when I walked in.
His eyes traveled down my body, paused for a beat, then he turned back to his magazine without comment. Just the faintest lift of his eyebrow.
I ignored him and grabbed my coffee, trying not to let his indifference bother me.
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The executive floor was already buzzing when I arrived at eight. I walked past Marcus’s desk with my head high, feeling eyes track my movement.
Marcus looked up. Did a double-take. “Melissa. You look… different today.”
“Different good or different bad?”
“Just different.” His mouth twitched. “Mr. Gavin is already in his office.”
That didn’t help my confidence but I’ll take it.I pushed open the door and walked in.taking a deep breath like I was about to fight a war.
Gavin sat at his desk, typing something on his computer. He didn’t look up immediately. He seemed really busy, no wonder he left without me earlier.
“Morning,” I said, setting my bag down.
“Morning.” His voice was clipped. Professional.
He still hadn’t looked at me.
Fine. If he wanted to play it like that.
I walked to my desk and bent over to plug in my laptop charger. Deliberately. Slowly. The skirt pulled tight across my ass.I know I was acting so out of character but I was so over this push and pull thing.
I heard his typing stop.
Got you.
I straightened and turned to look at him but he was looking at his computer again, but his jaw was tight. A muscle jumped in his temple.
“Do you need anything?” I asked sweetly. “Coffee? Water?”
“I’m fine.”
You aren’t supposed to be fine, I almost screamed but I took a deep breath ready for anything today.
I sat at my desk and crossed my legs. The skirt rode up slightly, exposing more thigh. I didn’t adjust it.
An hour passed. Then two. He took calls. I drafted press releases. We existed in the same space, both pretending nothing was happening.
I felt his eyes on me. But he stubbornly refused to look at me.
At eleven, I got up to file some documents. The filing cabinet was in the corner behind his desk…which meant I had to walk past him.
I walked directly behind his chair, close enough that my skirt brushed his shoulder.
I reached for the top drawer. It was a bit stuck so I had to lean forward and pull it harder, my body stretched outlining my figure more.
“Do you need help?” His voice was rough.
“I’ve got it.” I pulled again. The drawer finally opened. “See? All good.”
When I turned to walk back, he’d shifted his chair. I had to squeeze past him, my hip brushing his arm.
“Excuse me,” I murmured.
His eyes met mine. Dark. Hungry.
“You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Doing what?” I blinked innocently.
His jaw clenched. Then he spun his chair back to his desk, effectively dismissing me.
I went back to my desk, my frustration was building slowly.
This wasn’t working.
At noon, I stood to stretch. Raising my arms above my head, arching my back while peaking at him. The blouse pulled tight across my breasts.
I heard him inhale sharply.
When I looked over, his eyes were on his computer. But his hand was fisted on his desk.
By three o’clock, I was ready to scream. What the fucking hell.
Is it this difficult to get fuck???
Nothing. He’d given me absolutely nothing.
At five, he stood. “I have a meeting. I’ll be back in an hour.”
He walked out without another word.
I sat there, staring at his empty chair.
Fuck this.
Something inside me snapped.
I stood, walked to the door, and locked it. The click echoed in the quiet office.
Then I walked back to his desk and waited.
Fifteen minutes later, the door handle turned.
“Melissa, open the door.”
His voice was muffled through the wood, but I heard the edge in it.
I didn’t move.
“Melissa…”
The door opened. He must have used his key.
He stepped inside, his eyes immediately finding me standing beside his desk.
“What are you doing?” His voice was low, controlled.
I didn’t answer. Just walked toward him.
He stayed perfectly still as I approached, his eyes tracking my every movement.
When I reached him, I grabbed his tie.
His eyes went wide.
I used the tie to pull him toward his chair, forcing him to sit. He went, but the shock on his face was clear.
I stood between his legs, still gripping his tie.
“Touch me.” My voice shook but I didn’t care. “I can’t do this bullshit anymore. Touch me or I’ll lose my mind, Gavin.”
His hands came up to my wrists, not pulling me away, just holding it. “I hurt you last time.”
“I don’t care…”
“I almost lost control.” His grip tightened. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for.”
“Then lose control.” I leaned closer, my face inches from his. “I don’t care. I can take it. Please.”
His eyes searched mine, something dark and dangerous swirling in their depths.
“The things I want to do to you…” His voice dropped, rough and raw. “You have no idea.”
I smiled, daring him. “Do it. I dare you, Daddy.”
Something snapped in his expression.
A flicker of danger. Of hunger. Of everything he’d been holding back.
“Vieni qui, amore mio.” Come here, my love.
His hands released my wrists and slid to my waist, pulling me onto his lap in one swift movement.
I gasped as I settled against him, feeling exactly how much he wanted me.
His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back. “You want me to touch you?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to ruin you?”
“Yes.”
“Then you better be ready, piccola.” His mouth hovered over mine, not quite kissing me. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you’re ruined for anyone else.”
And just like that, I forgot every reason I was supposed to stay away.
His mouth crashed against mine, and I was lost.