CHAPTER 8 — Aftermath
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Not this time.
And they didn’t pretend anymore.
The space between them disappeared completely—
Her lips finding his again.
No hesitation.
No pause.
Just heat.
Fast.
Real.
Her fingers gripping his shirt as if she needed something to hold onto—
Something steady—
While everything else slipped.
His hand pressed firmly against her back, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.
Stronger.
Hungrier.
Like all the tension from before had finally snapped.
Her breath caught against his.
Her body reacting before she could think—
Before she could stop.
His hand slid slightly along her side, holding her in place.
And for a moment—
Nothing else existed.
Just that.
Just them.
Then—
Reality hit.
Hard.
She pulled back suddenly.
Breathing uneven.
Eyes wide.
“What are we doing?” she whispered.
This time—
It wasn’t soft.
It wasn’t unsure.
It was real.
The room felt different now.
Smaller.
Warmer.
Dangerous.
He didn’t answer immediately.
His gaze still on her.
Still intense—
But sharper now.
More aware.
Because this wasn’t just tension anymore.
This had consequences.
“You came here for a job,” he said finally.
Her chest tightened.
Right.
The job.
The reason she was even here.
Everything rushed back at once.
The office.
The interview.
Him—
Being her boss.
She took a step back this time.
Actually creating distance.
And it felt strange.
Too late.
Too pointless.
“I can’t do this,” she said quickly.
More to herself than to him.
“This… whatever this is—”
She shook her head.
“I need this job.”
Silence.
Heavy again—
But different.
Not emotional.
Not soft.
Real.
Complicated.
His jaw tightened slightly.
And for the first time—
He stepped back too.
Putting space between them.
Fixing what had already blurred.
“You’ll still get the interview,” he said.
Professional.
Controlled.
Like none of that just happened.
And somehow—
That made it worse.
Her heart dropped slightly.
Because just like that—
Everything shifted.
From heat—
To distance.
From something intense—
To something they now had to pretend didn’t exist.
She let out a slow breath.
Trying to steady herself.
“Good.”
But it didn’t sound right.
Didn’t feel right.
Nothing did anymore.
She picked up her bag.
Adjusting it like she needed something normal to hold onto.
Something safe.
“Let’s just… forget this happened.”
The words hung in the air.
And even she didn’t believe them.
Because the way he looked at her—
Still—
Said everything.
You don’t forget something like this.
You don’t just move on.
Not after crossing that line.
Not after feeling that.
But neither of them said it.
Because now—
They had roles to play.
Boss.
Candidate.
Strangers.
Even if it was a lie.
“Sit,” he said, gesturing toward the chair.
Back to business.
Back to control.
She hesitated for a second—
Then walked over and sat down.
Trying to ignore the way her heart was still racing.
Trying to ignore him.
Trying to ignore everything.
But the truth was—
Nothing about this was normal anymore.
And deep down—
They both knew it.
This wasn’t over.
Not even close.
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