The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 30. Too Close. Too Dangerous-2

Chapter 30: Too Close. Too Dangerous-2

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Maya’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Her fingers clutched the sheets tighter, white-knuckled.

“Mr. Blackwood… I… I don’t….”

Damien’s jaw flexed. “Understand? You will..”

He stepped even closer now, stopping at the edge of her bed. His voice turned to a murmur. A warning.

“But if you think I can let you walk away now… after this? You’re wrong.”

He bent down slightly, not touching her, just close enough for his scent to reach her-clean skin, expensive cologne, something darker beneath.

“I should stay away. I should keep you safe from everything I am. But I can’t. Not anymore.”

He’s too close.

Too composed. Too in control. And yet every inch of her skin prickled with awareness. She could feel him without being touched.. his breath, his scent, the heat of him pouring into her

like liquid sin.

God help her, part of her wanted him to touch her. To close the distance. To ruin her gently, completely.

Her breath caught.

He straightened again, masking everything behind that unreadable expression.

Then, quietly:

“You’re not just an intern, Maya.”

Silence.

Their eyes locked.

Neither moved.

He cared. He actually cared.

And somehow, that hurt more than being forgotten. Because it meant this-whatever this

was-wasn’t one-sided. But it could never be real. Could it? Not for someone like her. Not

with someone like him.

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Chapter 30 Too Close Too Dangerous-2

Then –

The door opened softly behind them.

Jamie’s voice: “Maya?”

Damien stepped back instantly, like a shadow folding into itself.

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His expression shifted-controlled again, unreadable, but something in his jaw was still tight.

“Feel better soon, Ms. Thompson,” he said, his voice low but steady. “I’ll head back to the company. James is coming with me. Monroe’s just outside if you need anything. Get some rest… I’ll see you tonight.”

He turned to Jamie, his gaze sharp but not unkind.

“Look after your sister.”

And then he was gone.

James gave her a respectful nod – almost a bow – then followed Damien out the door, quiet as dusk falling behind them.

Inside the Elevator

The silence was heavy-thick as smoke, pressed between the walls of steel and mirrored glass.

Damien stood motionless, shoulders squared, jaw tight. The dim glow of the elevator light cast harsh lines across his face, emphasizing the storm still crackling beneath his composed exterior.

James stood beside him, equally still, tablet in one hand, phone in the other-always ready, always precise.

He broke the silence first.

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