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is a contract.” She stared at him again, offended, slightly
appalled, but most of all curiously aroused as a few of the words in the
contract jumped out at her.
    “It
is.” He leaned forward, clasped his hands on the table in front of him, and
looked her dead in the eye. “My image tends to get tarnished because some of my
past sexual partners go to the media, thinking they are somehow hurting me.”
    She
swallowed, and knew what he was talking about. Sorcha had seen the news, read
the tabloids about some of the women he had screwed, a few of them coming
forward because they had been scorned. Every woman wanted to be with Rian Hartford. They wanted to know what it was like to have
him over them, thrusting into them, and showing them that the dominance he had
was also what he used in the bedroom. Sorcha included. She wasn’t into BDSM,
but didn’t know if that was what he was implying with this contract. But what
she did want to try, what she’d even thought about on a few occasions, was how
powerful he truly was behind the exterior he presented. But what always turned
her off was the fact Rian was an asshole, a big-time
douche-bag at times, and because of that she had put all desires she had to the
back of her mind. She wasn’t immune to his charms, to the way he looked, or the
fact he screamed sex appeal. But she was smart and refused to be another one of
his office slutty romances.
    “But
I want you, Sorcha.” He stared at her so deeply that she tightened her hold on
the papers.
    Could
he hear her heart beating, see it in her neck? She felt like her heart would
burst right through her chest. “You want me?” Had she said that out loud, or just thought it?
    It
took him a moment to answer. “Yes. I want you really fucking badly, in fact.”
    Holy. Fucking. Shit.
    She
had never heard him swear. Rian was always so in
control that cursing almost seemed like a waste of time for him, or at least
that was what she had assumed given the way he acted and held himself. Looking
over the contract, she took note of the key points. It was only two pages, but
God, it seemed like there was so much more to it than that.
    “I
don’t understand any of this.” Of course she could read, got the basics of it
all, but her mind felt like mush, and she felt disconnected from everything.
When she had felt like something was off, she certainly had never entertained
this idea.
    “I
am making the proposition that you be mine for the length of one week,” he said
calmly, with conviction and almost a touch of excitement in his voice. “During
that time you will be mine, Sorcha Case. You will live in my home, eat my food,
and be by my side during any functions that I have to attend in a formal and
informal sense.” The silence stretched between them after he spoke, but Sorcha
couldn’t find it in her to speak, let alone think about what he was actually
saying. “You will be mine in any way I see fit, Sorcha, sexually,
intellectually, and socially.” He leaned forward an inch. “In
any. Way. I. See. Fit.” He let those words hang between them, and then
slowly leaned back, placed his arm over the back of the chair again, and took
on the same position as he had when she first entered his office. “And in
return you will be paid a substantial amount of money since the time spent with
me will have you away from your job.”
    She
glanced down at the bottom of the last page, and swallowed her shock. A
five-figure amount stared back at her, and the initial things that went through
her mind were that she could pay all of her bills. But she shook her head, not
knowing what to say to this exactly. The contract was very widespread, blanket
even. What Rian had just told her was exactly what
was written in front of her. No details, no explanation of anything. “I’m not a
prostitute.” Her anger rose, and her self-preservation took a front seat.
    “I
never once claimed you were, and that isn’t what I want from you, not only at
least.”