“I know your scent.Your soul.That’s more than enough,” I reply.“And having you here, near me, as my personal assistant will help me learn everything I need to know.”
She shakes her head, backing toward the door.
“You can leave,” I say evenly.“But if you do, I won’t make this offer again.You’ll go back to scrubbing bathrooms and trying not to collapse every time your heat flares.You’ll suffer alone.Confused.Frightened.Wishing someone could help you but no one will because I am the only one who can.”
She pauses, her hand on the doorframe.Her shoulders sag and I know I’ve already won this fight.
“I’m not trying to scare you, Zahara.But you’re not going to survive this if you don’t let someone help you.And I’m the only one who can.”
Tears spring to her eyes, but she blinks them away.Then she turns back around and walks to the front of my desk, falling down onto one of the white leather chairs I have there.
“What do I have to do?”she asks dejectedly.
I slide the contract across the surface.“Sign this, learn fast, and obey me.”
She looks at the paper, then at me.“I don’t belong to you.”
“Not yet.”I mumble.
She signs the contract.
Chapter Five
Promoted
Zahara
The contract in my hand feels like it’s been dipped in fire.
I can’t stop staring at the signature—my signature—scrawled across the bottom.It feels like a betrayal.A submission.A seal over something I haven’t agreed to in my heart, even though my body already did.
The job.
The office.
Him ...Acheron Draven.
