His Secretary, His Obsession

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al eavesdropping, awkward eye contact, unreturned smiles. She preferred silence, structure,

n Blackthorn's office without knocking, curio

ds hit h

sculine growl. The distinct, rh

t. Her hand froz

've shut

di

unding into her from behind over his mahogany desk, the city skyli

eyes locked on the mirror across fro

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met in the

as too late. His expression didn't fl

ply...

, spine-tingling s

e

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d herself in data sheets and scheduling requests, trying to erase the i

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red. No one got s

nd walked the long corridor to his office

alone t

ened. Watching her like a predator

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didn't know an

he said flatly

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closer. "What

shoul

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s tongue made

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ked that, d

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se. Close enough that his breat

. How you looked. How you froze. How

eath h

underneath all this shyness,

d have wa

whispered, "W

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smiled