Strictly Professional

Strictly Professional

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I had to tip my chin to look at him. His face held on to its usual look and his eyes searched my face. Like he's still trying to figure me out. "You think I don't notice you?" He asks. Well, he heard it. I might as well go all in now. "No, I don't. I don't think you notice anything else around you." My thoughts start to run out of my mouth, "You always seem caught up in here," I make the bold move to tap a finger on his temple. Where's my brain filter when I need it? "That's where you're wrong, Ms Romano. I notice everything you do. How could I not? You're everywhere in this damn office." His tone is soft but strong, and he looks as if it drives him crazy. He takes a step back and his next words come out in a whisper, but like mine, I heard it. "Yet, somehow, I crave more." He looks me dead in the eyes as he says it. That seems to be our thing. _______________
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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