I shoved him hard. “Dream on.”
He didn't stop me. I stumbled off his lap, grabbed my bag, and yanked open the car door.
The moment my feet hit the ground, his voice came from behind. “Elena.”
I looked back. Damian had already settled back into his seat, his expression as indifferent as if that filthy remark had never come from his mouth. He put the agreement away. “At least you haven't been pushed to sell yourself.”
I froze for two seconds, then processed what he said and slapped him across the face. Damian's head turned to the side. A few seconds later, he actually laughed.
“You were playing me?”
“But I do want to sleep with you." He turned back to look at me, his gaze completely unguarded. My hand was still trembling.
He handed me another document. “The lawyers bought your father
