BETRAYAL GAME: HIS BOSS, MY OBSESSION

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nd, like it made up for everything I was hiding. I packed the meal carefully into a container, wiped down the counter, and tried not to think about last night. About Lucas. His hands. His mouth. The fire he sparked in places I didn't even know could burn. Stop it, Eva. Focus. I cautioned myself. By the time I walked into the building, my heart was thudding harder than it should've been. I knew Lucas would be there. He always was. Behind those sleek glass walls and power-scented corridors. And no matter how much I told myself I'd keep things simple today, my body betrayed me the moment I stepped out of the elevator. There he was. Lucas. Standing at the end of the hallway, talking to someone in a dark suit. He didn't see me at first-but I saw him. That jaw. That sharp stare. That careless charm that made everything else around h

p," I whispered. "I really do." "But you won't," he said. "Because you're tired of being someone else's dream when you know you were made to be someone's obsession." Gosh. Why did he say things like that? "You don't know me." "I know what you sound like when you moan my name," he said. "I know how your nails feel on my back. I know you feel more alive with me than you ever have with him." My hands tightened around the bag. My knees felt weak. I should've left. I should've thrown his words back at him. But then the door opened. No knock. No warning. Henry. My heart stopped. He walked in holding a tablet, eyes on the screen. "Lucas, I need..." Then he looked up. His eyes flicked between us. Me by the window, Lucas behind his desk. Neither of us too close, but not far enough either. There was a pause. Long enough to feel it in my bones. Henry raised an eyebrow. "Eva?" I cleared my throat, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "I was just dropping off lunch. I didn't expect you back so soon." He lo