The Contract

Chapter 8

I look through the contract one more time, making sure I signed in the right places of contract where I needed to.

Donovan sits in front of me, with his lawyer sitting next to him, and a lawyer of my own sitting next to me, provided by Mr. Steele to oversee the signing.

I push the papers back to him. "Done." I say. "It all looks good."

Both lawyers stand up and shake hands, as does Donovan as he thanks them for coming, I stand and smile the best I could, despite the fact we've just been sitting here for two hours looking over my contract to Desire.

I'm so embarrassed sitting in the same room as the boss, who I had sex with not just a few days ago, it was hard to hold eye contact with anyone in this room, especially Donovan, whose scarily calm and confident.

"Nice meeting you Evan." My lawyer says, shaking my hand before he leaves with Donovan's lawyer.

"You too." I say back and watch both lawyers leave the room.

I stand alone with Donovan now, and an awkward silence fills the room.

"You look good." He says suddenly, surprising me as he comes up to me and runs his fingers through my hair.

Jesus Christ, what is he doing?

I step back alarmed as he grins at me, amused.

"You're going to break hearts in the industry." He says, looking me over. "You scrub up pretty well, you're starting to look like an actor."

"Thanks?" I say, not sure what else to say.

I feel my neck get warm with how weird it feels getting complimented by a guy like him, and from his handsome face looking me over like a possession.

I look at him and he's of course, dressed like a businessman... only this time he isn't wearing a tie, and a few buttons on his shirt are open, showing his tan chest.

"What you got going on today?" He asks, making no effort to move as he stands close to me.

I can't even look at him, he's too close. "Not much... I was going to hit the gym." I mumble out.

He hums and steps back. "Follow me." He says, opening the door and walking out.

I blink several times before moving and following him.

"Where to?" I ask, walking next to him.

He doesn't reply back, he just types something into his phone and ignores me all the way to the front of the building, where a black sleek expensive car is waiting, with a man holding the door open for him.

Donovan gets inside and then finally looks at me, not saying a word, yet his eyes are telling me to hurry up, get inside and be quiet.

Would it kill this guy to be nice?

I get in beside Donovan and the driver starts the car and then takes off, and just like that, I'm in a car with the boss I'm sleeping with, who is the billionaire, Donovan Steele, heading to a destination unknown.

He turns and watches me, his jaw leaning on his palm as his eyes sink into me, making me uncomfortable about what to do about this situation.

"Are you always this quiet?" He asks. "Natalie reported you were a 'pleasure to talk to', she seemed very interested in you."

What is this situation? I swallow hard and grow a pair and look at him.

"You sound jealous." I joke, yet he looks unaffected by my joking, bored even as he simply glances at me, then focuses back on his phone.