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I had the reports in my trembling hands, and for some strange reason, his secretary hadn't arrived yet.

I tucked my phone into the pocket of my coat, convincing myself that I needed to tell him, I couldn't keep that secret to myself any longer.

I knocked several times before entering, where Jack, sitting in one of the chairs, watched me curiously, setting aside the newspaper he was reading.

"The final reports," I murmured, placing the folder on the table a few steps away from me, with a vase and an empty cup on it.

"Thanks, Lucy," he muttered, scrutinizing me from head to toe with his caramel-colored eyes. I felt my body shiver at the way he devoured me without needing to touch me. He took me firmly by my wrist, pulling me towards him. "Come here," he ordered, as I resisted with all my strength not to move an inch from where I stood.

With no other choice, I walked over to him. He made me sit on his lap, with my knees on either side of his body, our faces inches apart.

"I need to tell