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The emergency lights cast a dim red glow that made the whole situation feel like some cheesy thriller movie. Glancing at Mr. Fairchild after tossing out my cheeky "Make me" line, I noticed his expression freeze in that enticing mix of shock and annoyance.
His grey eyes widened just a bit, as if he'd been hit with a bolt of audacity, and for a brief moment, I thought he might actually combust, there he was, the Alpha CEO, brought down by his sassy assistant refusing to play nice. But that thrill sent a little spark through me, and I kept my innocent grin, even as the tension hung thick in the air around us.
I started to lazily fan myself with one hand; the heat in this cramped space was making my skin prickle under the blood-red shirt I'd worn to catch his eye. It felt more like a sauna suit in here.
