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JASMINE POV—

Nico walks out of his office, leaving me there with a mixture of confusion and desire.

I quickly get down from the table just in case any other person is about to walk into the room.

"Screw him," I curse under my breath.

Somehow, he always manages to have his way all the damn time, and it is really starting to piss me off.

But no, the real thing that pisses me off is the fact that no matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I act like I don't want him, that I want none of what he's offering, the more I seem to gravitate towards him and find him harder and harder to resist. And the scariest part is that he knows that too.

Maybe even figured it out right from the onset.

I take a deep breath and turn to the glass windows that are at the side of the room.

His desk is not arranged and half of the files are on the floor. My ears turn pink, the little pieces of evidence nothing but a clear reminder of just what was happening a few moments ago.

I tear my eyes away from th