CHLOE
My eyes narrowed into slits and I stared down the cocky asshole as he just told me he wanted to be entitled to my body at all hours of the day.
“Even if I don’t want to?”
His answering grin was smug and self-satisfied. “Oh trust me, you’ll always want to.”
I snarled in disgust, pushing away from the table. “How dare you? That’s disgusting!”
“Oh please, that hardly counts as disgusting. Besides, you’ll be compensated handsomely. I put the price there didn’t I?” He picked up the paper and squinted down at it, eyes roaming the sentences, when he found what he was looking for, his eyebrows shot up. “Ah yes, there it is. That seems like a sufficient amount for those terms. Or don’t you think so?”
He glanced up at me, those infuriatingly beautiful eyes swimming with laughter. I want
