She was hunched over his mahogany desk, meticulously aligning the quarterly reports, when the temperature behind her seemed to spike. A heavy, masculine warmth radiated against her back.
She turned, her breath hitching in her throat, and found him. Samar was standing inches away, his towering frame casting a shadow that swallowed her whole. But it wasn't the robotic boss from the morning. His eyes were dark, hooded, and swirling with a predatory intelligence that made her knees tremble. There was a wicked, knowing glint in those dark depths that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to her core.
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