Page 39 of His Dark Pact

“Of course.” His brow rose, as though he’d forgotten her plight. “To a hotel, then.”

I don’t have any money for a hotel, and you know it.

She managed to hold that line back.

“What happens to the money if I leave, sir?” The knotting in her tummy said she already knew the answer.

“There is no financial remuneration unless you complete the seven-day trial.” His finger trailed a line to the relevant clause in the blasted contract. “It says so right here.”

Of course, it does.

“I have another question.” Her fingers clung to each other as she waited for his verdict.

“My food is getting cold, Amy. Make it fast.”

“I just wondered why.”Why do you want to disgrace me?

“Why what?” He collected the clean cutlery and started work on his duck.

“Why must I be topless?”

He smiled as though she was nothing but an amusing child. “Because if your tits are anywhere near as good as I think they are, I want to see them.”

She flinched at the back-handed compliment. So, he thought she was attractive but wanted to demonstrate his admiration by forcing her to strip during dinner. Kyle was a living contradiction.

“At d-dinner, sir?”

“Any. Time.” He emphasized the point by punctuating the words. “All the time if I wish. That’s the point, Amy. The contract you signed gives me complete control over you for its duration.”

Complete control.

She squeezed her eyes closed, knowing she certainly hadn’t agreed to that, yet was oddly affected by the idea. It made no sense to her, but she was aroused by the dominant state of attention he offered her, even if she didn’t love the implications.

“Oh.” She didn’t have an answer for his candor. The words tangling in her head were impossible to force past her lips.

“So, what’s your answer?” he demanded. “It’s getting late.”

Glancing down at the plate of food, she wished she had the will to resist. Wished that she could tell him to shove his maid’s outfit up his ass before she walked out of his exquisite house and never looked back. But she wouldn’t.

She couldn’t.

Without Kyle and his money, there was no hope for the future, but scarier still was the thought that if she walked out of his house now, she might never meet another man who made her feel the way he did.

“Okay.” Tears blurred her vision as she scooped her breasts from the fabric and exposed them to the air. “You win, Mr. Kyle.”

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