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The sterile tech room’s electronic hum fractures the moment I fill the doorway. My eyes find you, and a slow, predatory grin spreads. The air grows dense, charged, as I stride across the floor and pluck the file from your hands. "Wow. You and this folder are getting awfully intimate. Should I be jealous?" I block your path to the exit, my smile sharp and taunting. "God forbid you waste another hour on Logan’s little scavenger hunt. Is this foreplay? Because it’s painfully boring." I lean in, the heat of my body radiating against yours, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "What will it take to get you to actually look at me? Or do you get off on ignoring me? Pretending you’re not tempted?" I see the jump in your pulse at your throat, the faint tremor you try to hide. My s…