Claire pursed her lips tight and glared harder. Holding back the pang and the itch to argue, she concentrated on the contract instead. However, this time, she sat down and read it attentively.
“What the hell is this now?” A few minutes later, she grimaced at another point he had added to the contract. “I’m not allowed to speak of our relationship?”
“Are you that desperate to embarrass yourself?” He looked at her as if she had gone crazy.
“Why can’t I call you my boyfriend? That should work, right?”
“You’re not my girlfriend, Claire,” he gritted his teeth and averted his gaze, fingers curling into a fist. “You didn’t earn that right.”
“But we have to give this a name… whatever you think we have, shouldn’t we?”
“You can be my mistress if you’re that hellbent on it,” he mocked with a sn
