The Price of His Contract

et of a hotel room that cost more per nig

e her in the va

body ached with a dull, blunt soreness-a physical reminder of the tran

e carpet. Her own simple black dress crumpled besi

gainst the grey sky. Eleanor watched it. She wasn't awed by the height, and she didn't feel anything for the man she'

oor opening pull

d at his waist. He was already showered, his dark hair damp, his jaw fr

't look

in his back flexed as he lifted the glass, his throat working as he dran

steady, betraying nothing. "Mr. Vande

e just spent the night with. It was the look of an appraiser examining a pi

d his lips. "Agreement?" he sco

t her, a king surveying a conquered territory. From his robe pocket, h

nt. He'll handle

. Her gaze remained locked on h

crossed his face, replacing hi

carefully placed stone. "At the Vand

amusement. "A gold digger with ambition.

edside intercom. "Deron. Bring in the exe

t. Foster Deron, Sebastian's chief assistant. He held a stark white document, a pen, and a small i

ng the document onto the sheet

ebastian said, settling back into an ar

bore three letters that felt like a

It was about her future. She was to become his personal assistant, on call 24/7. She wo

rminate the agreement at any time, for any reason, whi

without a word. "Ms.

voice was soft, but carried the weight of a death sentence. "And the door to my wor

ed room, crept over her skin. It wasn'

his family at her parents' funeral. The memory of her father's broken body o

She had planned this for months. She had clawed her

The metal was cold

e uncapped it and signed her name

Her own was a mixture of defiance and t

lips. The smile of a predator who had just

our new office," he sa

wardrobe has been selected for you. Your personal belo

he moment the ink dried, sh

rks of the bargain she'd made. She turned the water on, as cold as it would go, and washed herself,

d, severe suit fit her like a second skin. Her lon

ked into this suite