Sheila wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or completely unnerved.
Arthur was sitting across from her, exuding an effortless confidence that made her feel strangely small, something she absolutely despised. His words still echoed in her head. 'You will be on my bed, pinned to its soft mattress with no means of getting away while you scream my name in ecstasy.'
Her fingers twitched on her lap. The audacity. The arrogance. The unbearable truth that he was right.
Because if he had wanted that, she wouldn’t have fought him. She would have melted into his touch just like last night.
She clenched her jaw, pushing away the thought. "Fine," she said, keeping her voice as steady as possible. "Let’s get to business."
Sheila exhaled slowly, forcing herself to sit back down. Her legs still felt
