"Invading my privacy. Handling my personal items. Setting me up to be hunted down by four men who would have seen..." I couldn't even finish the sentence, the humiliation too fresh. "What kind of sick game are you playing?"
He remained maddeningly calm, watching me with those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through me. His silence only fueled my anger.
"Say something!" I demanded, slamming my palms down on his desk. "Explain yourself!"
Slowly, he rose from his chair, his movement deliberate and controlled. He came around the desk with measured steps, his eyes never leaving mine.
Despite my anger, my body responded to his approach. My heart rate quickened, my skin prickling with awareness. I hated that he could affect me this way even now, when I was furious with him.
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