Chapter 50 – The Line Between Tension and Something More

Emma had spent her entire career perfecting the art of control.

She was the one who dictated the terms, the one who never let emotions interfere with logic.

But Alex Kingston was testing her limits.

He had walked away first.

And that? That was a problem.

Because now, she couldn't stop thinking about it.

The way his smirk had lingered, the way his voice had dropped into something dangerously smooth before he had left her standing there.

Emma wasn't used to being the one left behind.

So when she saw him at the office the next morning, she was determined to act like nothing had happened.

She was fine. Completely unaffected.

But the second their eyes met across the conference room, she knew—

Alex knew exactly what he was doing to her.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed lazily, that same damn smirk playing on his lips.

"Morning, Carter," he drawled, like he hadn't spent the night invading her thoughts.

Emma forced herself to sit, her posture stiff. "Kingston."

He raised a brow. "You seem tense. Didn't sleep well?"

Her jaw clenched. "I slept fine."

Alex tilted his head. "Interesting. Because I distinctly remember someone looking like they had something on their mind when I walked away last night."

Emma's fingers curled around the pen in her hand. "You're really proud of yourself, aren't you?"

Alex shrugged. "A little."

She exhaled slowly, schooling her features into perfect neutrality. "Enjoy it while you can, Kingston. Because this?" She gestured between them. "This game? It's not going to end the way you think it will."

Alex's smirk deepened, but there was something darker in his gaze now. Something unreadable.

"That's the thing, Carter," he murmured, voice softer now. "I don't think either of us knows how this is going to end."

For the first time, Emma couldn't argue with him.

Because deep down, beneath all the sharp words and teasing, she knew—

He was absolutely right.

To be continued…