Emma's POV His expression softened, and he stepped closer, dropping his voice to what I’m sure he thought was a seductive murmur. “I know you can, Emma. But it doesn’t hurt to have someone looking out for you.”I felt my patience slipping. “Peter, I appreciate your concern, but—”Before I could finish, the door to my office swung open with an abruptness that made me jump. And there he was – Ryan, standing in the doorway, his face a mask of cold fury. His eyes, stormy and intense, flicked between Peter and me, narrowing as they settled on Peter. “Well, isn’t this cozy,” Ryan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I didn’t realize you were entertaining guests.”Peter, completely unfazed, turned to face Ryan with a grin. “Ah, you must be Ryan. Heard a lot about you.”Ryan’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “I’m sure you have,” he muttered darkly. Then, addressing me, he said, “Is everything alright here, Emma? You seemed to be… in deep conversation.”I could see the jealousy swirling in Ryan’s
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