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The air in the small security room was charged.

She became acutely aware of everything. The way her blouse rose with each breath, the faint scent of something on him. Shampoo maybe. Not cologne, but something pleasant. The solid heat of him standing just inches away was only making her body tense more. In the best way possible.

A scandalous one.

There were no witnesses. No cameras that she could see.

“You enjoyed that,” she accused softly, still close to his head. Not loud enough for anyone to see or read their lips if there were witnesses.

His mouth curved. Not boyish. Not harmless.

“Enjoyed proving you don’t get special treatment?” he asked.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“No,” he said. “It’s not.”

Her pulse was roaring in her ears. Back up, her brain warned.

Only she proceeded forward.

“What about you?” she asked. “What did you mean?”

“You’ve always hated losing control,” he said, his eyebrow raising. It wasn’t the answer she’d thought he’d give.

“I wasn’t out of control.” Even if they both knew she was lying.

He leaned in just slightly. Not touching. Close enough that she could feel his breath against her temple.

“You shivered.”

Heat climbed her neck. “It’s cold in here.”

“Right.”

She met his eyes then, forcing her expression into something steady and commanding. DA composed.

But there was nothing composed about the way he was looking at her.

Not disrespectful. Not crude. Just…aware.

The same way she was looking at him.

It made her think their brains were on the same wavelength.

It gave her the courage to push just a tad bit more.

“You’re playing with fire,” she said quietly.

“And you walked into it,” he replied.

Her breath hitched. She hated it did. That she was so horrible at this game and he seemed so good.

“This is wildly inappropriate,” she whispered.

“Probably,” he agreed, his eyes searching hers. “Good thing we’re done.”

She stepped back now. She had to.