Chapter Seven
Andrea’s POV
“The contract is terminated.”
Tristan’s voice hits me the moment I step into the dining area. I freeze right there in the doorway, still in the soft white robe Claire left outside my door this morning.
My inner thighs ache with a dull throb from last night, a constant reminder of that one rough push he made before everything stopped. I woke up too early because Claire said Mr. Hale wanted to see me before he left for work. Now I wish I had stayed in bed.
He sits at the head of the long table, already dressed in a sharp dark suit that makes him look even more untouchable. The jacket fits perfectly over his broad shoulders. His hair is neat, not a strand out of place. A folder lies open in front of him with papers inside. He does not look up at first.
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