The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 66

Maya’s POV

The afternoon sun filtered through the hospital blinds in pale, sterile stripes, casting soft shadows across the tiled floor.

Maya stirred beneath the blanket, her body warm, but her skin prickled with a restlessness she couldn’t explain. Not fully. Not honestly.

She blinked up at the ceiling, heart already beating faster than it should.

It was still there-that feeling.

That ache.

Not physical. Not quite.

But deep. Coiled.

Damien’s voice echoed in her mind like it had never left.

“Good girl.”

Low. Controlled. Possessive.

She closed her eyes again, pressing her thighs together under the sheets.

It wasn’t just the words. It was the way he said her name-like he owned it. Like he owned

her.

She swallowed hard, chest tightening with heat and something darker-something she didn’t

want to name.

Why did it feel like he had touched her when he hadn’t?

Why did her body remember him like he’d been here last night?

She turned onto her side, facing the wall, and exhaled slowly.

She shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t crave him.

He was her boss. He was dangerous.

He could undo her if she let him.

But something inside her whispered that maybe he already had.

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hapter 37 The Risk of Wanting-1

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Her hand drifted beneath the blanket before she caught herself, curling her fingers into a fist.

– No.

No, she couldn’t. Not here. Not like this.

She sat up abruptly, kicking off the covers like they were the problem, not her.

In the bathroom, she turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face. The mirror caught her reflection-hair messy, eyes heavy, cheeks too flushed.

She reached for her toothbrush, trying to shake it off. To clear the fog.

But the moment the bristles touched her lips, she heard his voice again.

“What did I tell you last night?”

She froze.

Toothbrush midair.

Pulse skittering.

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