Chapter 8: A Dangerous Attraction
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The air between them crackled like a live wire.
Oliver had always been a master of control, but something about Kris made him feel like he was losing his grip. She was sharp, quick-witted, and completely unimpressed by his usual charm. It was intoxicating.
They spent the rest of their lunch in a game of verbal chess—each comment layered with double meanings, every glance an unspoken challenge.
And through it all, Oliver felt something dangerous stirring inside him.
This wasn’t just interest.
This was obsession.
An Unfinished Conversation
As they stepped out of the restaurant, the city hummed around them—cars speeding past, people rushing by, unaware of the silent battle unfolding between two determined minds.
“I’ll admit,” Kris said, adjusting the sleeve of her blazer, “that wasn’t the worst lunch I’ve ever had.”
Oliver smirked. “That almost sounded like a compliment.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
He chuckled. “I don’t need to. I always win.”
Kris turned to him, folding her arms. “And what exactly are you trying to win, Oliver?”
The question hung between them, heavy and dangerous.
Oliver studied her for a long moment, then stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I think we both know the answer to that.”
For the first time, he saw something flicker in her eyes—hesitation, uncertainty. But just as quickly, she masked it with a smirk.
“You assume I’m playing the same game,” she said.
He tilted his head. “Aren’t you?”
She held his gaze, then slowly smiled. “See you back at the office, Mr. Hyden.”
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Oliver standing there, pulse racing, mind spinning.
He exhaled a quiet laugh.
This woman is going to destroy me.
And the worst part?
He wanted her to.
A Growing Obsession
Back at the office, Oliver found himself distracted.
For the first time in years, work felt secondary. He spent the afternoon pouring over reports, trying to focus, but his mind kept drifting back to Kris—her voice, her smirk, the way she had walked away like she hadn’t just set his entire world on fire.
When his assistant entered with another stack of documents, he barely looked up.
“Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day,” he said.
She hesitated. “Sir?”
“I’m done here.”
Without another word, he grabbed his coat and walked out.
He needed a drink.
Or a distraction.
Preferably both.
The Distraction
That evening, Oliver found himself at his usual spot—a high-end lounge where the whiskey was smooth and the company was easy.
The woman at the bar was exactly his type—gorgeous, blonde, eager. She recognized him immediately, practically draping herself over him before he could even take a sip of his drink.
“Mr. Hyden,” she purred, running a finger down his arm. “I was hoping I’d run into you tonight.”
Normally, this was the part where Oliver would smirk, lean in, and let the night unfold as it always did.
But tonight?
All he could think about was her.
Damn it.
The blonde said something, but he barely heard her.
Because at that moment, his phone buzzed.
A message.
From Kris.
Kris: Busy, Mr. CEO?
Oliver’s lips curled into a slow, wicked smile.
Oh, sweetheart.
You have no idea what you just started.
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