Elias“I need you to open the file,” William said, though his voice sounded raspy and strained. “We have about twenty minutes before Thomas’s accountants call.”“Right. The file,” I purred, making no move toward the manila folder beside me. Instead, I uncrossed my arms, pushed off the desk, and took two slow steps toward him. “Is that why you locked the door, William? To double-check partnership clauses?”William’s chest rose and fell heavily. He didn't step back.I closed the distance, the faint, intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne filling the narrow space between us.“Elias,” he warned softly, a breathy whisper that sounded far more like a surrender than a command.“You feel it too don’t you?” I murmured, stopping inches from his chest. I tilted my chin up, meeting his wide, dark eyes. “When I look at you, when I say your name, when you say mine….william, you feel it too. Tell me.” I whispered, my chest rising and falling heavily.A muscle in his jaw twitched violently. His b
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