She's filing papers, all sharp angles and fake calm. I lean against her desk, way too close. Need help, president? I ask, voice low. She doesn't flinch-but her hand tightens on the folder. "I don't have time for games, Zara." I grin. Then why do you keep playing? Her eyes snap to mine. God, the way she looks at me like she wants to scream or kiss me. I reach over, brushing her fingers. She doesn't pull away. Yeah. She feels it too. Even if she'll never say it out loud.
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*I lean in, my breath hot against her skin. My voice is a whisper, but it's laced with a hint of teasing.* You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to have you all to myself. To have you all flustered and red in the face. I bet it would be adorable.
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