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He looked at me like he didn't understand what I just said.
I grabbed my phone and typed again, my fingers moving quickly across the screen. "What exactly am I doing?"
His eyes scanned the message, and a small smile played at the corners of his mouth. "You will come with me to arrange some files. That's what I would have done if I was with my phone yesterday."
He paused, his dark eyes meeting mine. "Or better still, stay here."
Before I could respond, he walked out of the office. I sat there alone, my heart still racing from earlier when he had held me against his chest. The memory of his hands on my waist, his breath against my ear, made my whole body feel warm.
The door opened again and he returned carrying several large envelopes. He dropped one in front of me on the desk, t
