Chapter 3--- Close Quarters
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Chapter 3 – Close Quarters
The silence between them pressed like a third presence in the room.
Melissa crossed her arms, stepping away from the locked door. Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she moved to the opposite wall. “This is ridiculous. Isn’t this place supposed to have security protocols?”
Lucas leaned casually against the door, as though they weren’t locked in a room with no windows, no signal, and no help. “They’re on it. Ten minutes, tops.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You sound way too calm about being stuck in here.”
“I’ve been in worse situations,” he said. “This one’s not so bad.”
Melissa gave him a look that could cut steel. “You mean, trapped in a room with someone who can’t stand you?”
Lucas smirked. “You keep saying that, but I’m starting to think you protest too much.”
Her jaw clenched. “You think every woman falls at your feet, don’t you?”
“No,” he said, moving toward her slowly. “Just the interesting ones.”
Melissa’s back straightened. “You’re arrogant.”
“Confident,” he corrected, again. “And you’re still here.”
She turned her head, refusing to meet his gaze. “Because we’re locked in. Not by choice.”
Lucas stepped closer, the air thickening between them. “You didn’t walk away the moment you got the job offer. You didn’t quit when you found out I orchestrated your hiring. And now—trapped in this room—you’re not even pretending to hate talking to me.”
“I know exactly what you’re trying to do,” she said sharply.
“Do you?”
He was close now. Too close.
Melissa inhaled sharply and turned, putting space between them. “Don’t confuse tension with interest.”
Lucas chuckled. “You’re a lawyer. You should know that tension is the first sign a case is about to get very interesting.”
“Is everything a game to you?”
“Not everything. Just the things that matter.”
She turned, her eyes locking with his. “I’m not one of your games, Mr. Thorne.”
“And yet…” he said softly, “you keep playing.”
Before she could answer, a knock sounded—loud and deliberate—from the hallway.
“Mr. Thorne? Miss Wayne? The door is jammed—we’re cutting it open from the outside. Hang tight!”
Melissa exhaled. Relief and something else flooded her system. Her body still buzzed, her heart beating a little too fast.
Lucas’s eyes never left hers. “Saved by the knock.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she snapped, brushing past him.
But the back of her arm grazed his chest as she moved.
She didn’t flinch.
Neither did he.
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Three Hours Later – Legal Department
Melissa sat at her sleek new desk, pretending to review a contract while trying to ignore the heat that still lingered from that small, locked room.
Why the hell did he get under her skin so easily?
She was too smart for this. Too focused.
Men like Lucas Thorne were exactly why she had rules.
And the top one?
Don’t get involved with the boss.
She stared down at the contract she was meant to review—a million-dollar merger with an Italian firm. Instead, her mind kept replaying the way Lucas had looked at her, calm and unreadable, like he already knew she’d let her guard down eventually.
No. Not happening.
A knock on her door.
Her assistant peeked in. “Mr. Thorne just requested you join him in the boardroom. Said it’s urgent.”
Melissa stood. “Of course he did.”
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Boardroom – 4:00 p.m.
The boardroom was filled with a dozen executives, all seated stiffly around the long glass table. Lucas sat at the head, exuding quiet authority.
Melissa walked in and took the empty seat beside him, feeling every eye on her.
He didn’t look at her as he spoke. “We’ve got a crisis.”
He tapped the folder in front of him. “One of our international partners—Everlin & Co.—just backed out of our deal. The legal ground is shaky, and it could cost us millions.”
Melissa flipped open her own copy of the file. Her pulse kicked up. “They’re claiming misrepresentation of valuation?”
Lucas nodded. “Can you find a legal flaw in their claim?”
“I’ll try,” she murmured, eyes scanning the pages. “But we’ll need to move fast.”
He turned his head slightly toward her. “That’s why I brought you in.”
Their eyes met. For a moment, everyone else in the room vanished.
She tore her gaze away. “Give me two hours.”
Lucas nodded once. “You’ve got one.”
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Two Days Later
Melissa stepped into her apartment, dropping her briefcase by the door. She was drained—physically, emotionally, mentally.
But she’d done it.
She’d found the loophole. Everlin & Co. had no legal ground, and she’d crafted the bulletproof response that shut them down cold.
Lucas had looked at her like she was a damn miracle.
Worse?
She’d liked it.
Her phone buzzed.
Lucas Thorne: Dinner. My treat. You’ve earned it.
She stared at the screen.
And then another text came in, before she could reply.
Lucas Thorne: It’s not a date. Unless you want it to be.
Her stomach flipped.
She didn’t answer right away.
Instead, she walked to her kitchen, grabbed a glass of wine, and told herself she wasn’t smiling.
She absolutely wasn’t smiling.
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That Night – Upscale Restaurant, Midtown
Melissa walked into the restaurant, wearing a sleek black dress and her usual armor of confidence.
Lucas was already seated in a private corner, a bottle of red wine half open beside him.
He stood when he saw her.
And then, without a word, he pulled her chair out.
“Gentleman now?” she said, one brow lifted.
“Occasionally,” he said with a soft smile. “Especially for women who save my company millions.”
They ordered, the conversation surprisingly easy—discussing their favorite court cases, law school horrors, and ridiculous corporate politics.
For the first time, Melissa saw a different side of him—one not polished and aloof, but clever, sharp-witted, and… honest.
After dessert, Lucas leaned forward slightly. “I know what you’re doing.”
She tilted her head. “Do you?”
“You’re trying so hard not to like me, it’s almost cute.”
Her breath caught.
Before she could fire back, he added, “But you do like me.”
She laughed once, dryly. “You’re very sure of yourself.”
“I am,” he said. “But I’m also patient.”
Melissa reached for her wine, her fingers brushing the glass stem. “You think I’ll fall for you?”
He leaned in, voice low.
“I think,” he said, “you already have.”
She froze.
But before she could answer—her phone buzzed again.
Unknown number.
One word.
Leave.
She frowned, heart skipping.
Then a second message came through.
You’re being watched.
Her eyes lifted slowly.
Across the restaurant, she spotted a shadowy figure standing near the exit—face obscured, head turned in her direction.
And in that single moment, her blood turned cold.
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Lucas noticed her expression shift. “Melissa?”
But she didn’t answer.
Because in that split second…
She realized this wasn’t about dinner anymore.
It was about danger.
And someone didn’t want her here.
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