Cynthia’s heart pounded as Mike closed the distance between them.
The air in the office felt suffocating, thick with something dangerous, something she couldn’t quite define. His sharp, unreadable gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of something vulnerable in his eyes—a ghost of the man who had just confessed to her moments ago.
But then, it was gone.
Replaced by the predator.
“You don’t have to do this,” Cynthia blurted, gripping the arms of the chair as he towered over her.
Mike tilted his head, his lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smirk but wasn’t kindness either. “Do what?”
His voice was low, smooth—dangerous.
“This,” she gestured between them, trying to steady her breath. “You said you wanted to change. You apologized.”
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