Emma knew she should throw him out.
But she didn't.
Instead, she watched as Alex strolled toward her desk, scanning the files she had been working on. His presence was overwhelming, filling the small space, making it impossible to focus on anything else.
She hated that.
"You know," Alex mused, picking up one of the papers, "for someone who claims to be all about work, you seem pretty distracted tonight."
Emma snatched the file from his hands. "Maybe because you keep showing up uninvited."
Alex chuckled, completely unfazed. "Come on, Carter. Admit it. You like it."
Emma scoffed. "Like what, exactly?"
Alex leaned in, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, the scent of whiskey and expensive cologne lingering in the air between them.
"Like the game we're playing," he murmured.
Emma's pulse spiked.
Because damn him—damn him for knowing exactly what he was doing.
She refused to look away, even as her heart pounded in her chest. "You think this is a game?"
Alex's gaze flicked to her lips. "Isn't it?"
Emma swallowed, a dangerous heat curling in her stomach.
This was a dangerous line.
One they had been toeing for weeks now.
One she wasn't sure she could step away from anymore.
Alex took another step forward, forcing her back against the desk. His hands settled on either side of her, effectively trapping her between him and the wooden surface.
She should push him away.
Should remind him that she was not the kind of woman who let men like Alex Kingston get too close.
But instead, she found herself tilting her chin up, meeting his gaze head-on.
"You want me to cross that line, don't you?" Alex murmured.
Emma's breath hitched.
Because for the first time, she wasn't sure she could deny it.
And that?
That was more dangerous than anything Alex Kingston could ever say.
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To be continued…