The silence in the sunlit Malacañang design studio was so thick you could hear the soft, steady hum of the dual monitors on Jarima’s desk. Rafa remained leaning close, his face mere inches from hers. The clean, expensive scent of his perfume drifted off his skin, wrapping around Jarima’s senses and turning her thoughts into utter mush. His sharp hazel eyes were locked onto hers with a quiet, dangerous spark of amusement, waiting for her answer. Jarima’s brain scrambled to regain control. Her heart was thumping so loudly against her ribs she was convinced he could hear it. "Seryoso ka? Nasisiraan ka na ba talaga, Sir Rafa? Hindi ko kaya 'yun! Baka hindi pa ako naharap sa camera, nahimatay na ako sa kaba!" Rafa didn't back away. Instead, he straightened up slowly, sliding his left hand casually into the pocket of his navy trousers while a slow, devastating smirk spread across his lips. "It’s a practical solution, Miss Carvajal," Rafa said smoothly, his deep baritone dripping with e
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