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“Better now,” he says with a hint of a smile. His words are simple but loaded with meaning. Our eyes meet again, and it takes all my willpower not to reach out and touch him.

The rest of the day continues in this tantalizing dance of stolen glances and subtle touches. When we pass each other in the hallway, our fingers brush just briefly enough to send sparks flying through me. It’s maddeningly wonderful—this constant undercurrent of desire that neither of us can ignore.

By late-afternoon, I’m reviewing some documents when Jarvin approaches my desk. “Lucy,” he says softly, leaning down so only I can hear him. “Can we discuss this project in my office?”

“Of course,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady as I gather my papers and follow him.

Inside his office, the door closes behind us with a soft click. The air is thick with anticipation as we stand facing each other. His eyes are dark with longing, mirroring everything I’m feeling.

“Last night…” he begins but trails off as if searching for the right words.

I step closer to him, closing the distance between us. “Last night was incredible,” I say softly.

He smiles—a slow, sexy smile that makes my knees weak. “I couldn’t agree more.”

The air between us crackles with unspoken words and shared memories. His eyes search mine, filled with the same intensity that took my breath away last night. I can feel the heat radiating from him, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

Our fingers brush as he hands me a document. The touch is brief but electric, sending a jolt through my entire body. I take the paper from him, our hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary. It's such a simple gesture, but it holds so much meaning.

He moves to stand beside me, his presence commanding yet comforting. I feel his hand graze my shoulder as he points out something in the document. The contact is fleeting, but it sends shivers down my spine. I try to focus on his words, but all I can think about is how close he is and how much I want to feel his touch again.

As we discuss the project, our bodies occasionally brush against each other—an arm here, a hip there. Each contact is like a spark, reigniting the fire that burns between us. It’s mind blowing how these innocent touches can affect me so deeply.

At one point, he reaches over to grab a pen from my side of the desk, his hand grazing mine in the process. I look up at him, catching his eye. There’s a knowing look in his gaze, one that tells me he feels it too—the electricity, the connection that refuses to fade.

We fall into an easy rhythm of work and subtle touches, each interaction loaded with unspoken promise. The air is thick with anticipation and desire, making it difficult to concentrate on anything other than him.

As our meeting comes to an end, Jarvin stands up and offers me one last lingering touch on my arm. "We make a great team," he says softly, his voice laced with double meaning.

I smile back at him, feeling the warmth of his hand seep through my skin. "Yes, we do."

With one final glance that sends another shiver down my spine, I head back to my desk. My heart races as I walk away, every touch and glance replaying in my mind.

By the end of the day, the weight of everything hits me. Jarvin and I have danced around each other all day, maintaining a professional façade that only seems to amplify the unspoken desire between us. Every glance, every touch has been a silent conversation, a reminder of what we share.

I pack up my things, glancing over at his office one last time. He's on a call, his expression serious yet calm. Even from here, I can sense the strength and confidence that draw me to him. It's not just about the physical attraction—though that's undeniably powerful—it's about the mutual respect we have for each other.

I think back to our conversations over lunch, the way he listens intently and values my opinions. He doesn’t just see me as his secretary; he sees me as an equal, someone worth knowing on a deeper level. That respect is something I haven’t experienced in a long time, and it means more to me than words can express.

I walk out of the office building, feeling filled with excitement, anticipation, and a deep sense of connection. Our relationship has grown in ways I hadn’t expected. It’s not just about stolen moments and passionate kisses; it’s about building something real and lasting together.

As I step onto the sidewalk, the cool evening air hits my face, refreshing and invigorating. I take a deep breath, feeling more certain than ever that what Jarvin and I have is special. It’s not just about lust or infatuation; it’s about a shared vision for the future.

I find myself smiling as I walk to my car. The thought of seeing him again tomorrow fills me with warmth and anticipation. The professional boundaries we maintain at work are necessary, but they also add a layer of depth to our relationship that makes every interaction more meaningful.

Sitting in my car, I take a moment to reflect on how far we've come. Jarvin has shown me what it means to be truly seen and valued, and for that, I'm grateful.

As I drive home, a sense of peace washes over me, like a gentle wave on a serene beach. For once, I'm not running away from my feelings or letting fear dictate my actions. Instead, I'm embracing this new chapter with an open heart, eager to see where this journey with Jarvin will lead us both. The thought of him makes my heart flutter with excitement, and I can't help but smile at the possibilities that lie ahead.

CHAPTER 28

Jarvin

Now that things with Lucy and I have been going well, I decided to arrange an early dinner to introduce Lucy to my family. The idea is exciting despite the touch of nervousness it brings me. As we drive to my parents' home, I glance at her, catching the apprehension in her eyes. Her fingers tap rhythmically on her knee, a telltale sign of her anxiety.

"Relax," I say, squeezing her hand. "They’re going to love you."

Lucy gives me a small smile, but I can see the tension still lingering. Pulling up to the large house where I grew up, I feel a rush of nostalgia. The lights glow warmly through the windows, casting a welcoming aura over the place.

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