ha's

to the receptionist, give my best smile and hand over his card like his secretary had told me to. She takes the card, places a call and after a few m

up. With each number, my anxiety spikes. I get there in a minute and take dee

to prep talk myself one

oden table that looks like it was custom made sits at the back of the space with a clear view of the entir

stares at me silently. For a minute, I don't think he'll say anything but he surprises

d try to appear as confidently

ger have any need for a wife." What?! There's no way. We just talked about this last night. "Is

won't accept it. It c

nd why would I feel the need to lie

wouldn't have asked me to come. You don't look like the kind of man who likes to waste his time. You struck me as someone who was meticulous, strict." I drop my bag on the

s chest. "You don't know anything about me and

was shutti

uld be my match. I didn't think you'd be just like my ex but I guess I thou

ur

nd you're right I don't know you. Perhaps you'd be a snivelin

tolerate those words from you. I am

. The air feels just as hot and heavy as it was at the bar. I don't know wha

he way you speak to me after we get

hought he did? I scoff at him. "Who

offer you came here to make?" I flush at his implications and try to squirm away. He

ay, embarrassed. He pulls out the documen

re. What? Have you lost your spine

he stiffens behind me. Thick hands falling to my waist. He strokes my sides slowly. I can barely focus on the word on the

g a little too well. Not that I'm complaining. I find the page and quickly scribble my signature. I see

gain, lit

..." ES

ell did I

to him. "You'

l smile on his lips. "Yes,

emories coming back to me. His face in the news. The tabloids. The gossip column

ax's u

a contract wit