Lena sat on the edge of the sofa in her small apartment, staring at the thick cream envelope Damien had given her. It sat there on the coffee table like something alive, like it was breathing in the silence, daring her to open it. She had spent half the night replaying his voice in her head, calm but firm, almost like it knew exactly where to land inside her.
When she finally tore the envelope open that morning, her eyes scanned the papers. The words "Model Agreement" and "Multiple Sessions" made her pulse pick up. Multiple sessions. Not one. Not just a quick exchange of time for money. This was… something that might tie her to him for longer than she had planned.
Her fingers hovered over the signature line. Damien had told her yesterday, “Go and think about it.” She had thought. And tho
