Sandy's POV
The tension in the room pressed against my chest like a weight I couldn't shake off. Sitting across from Charles felt impossible after what had happened between us moments ago.
He wasn't even looking at me, yet every nerve in my body felt exposed, raw. Something dangerous coiled inside me, threatening to split my skull apart with the pressure.
"Would you like to review it before signing?"
His voice carried no trace of the heat we'd shared earlier. Cool. Professional. It made my skin crawl.
I jerked upright in my chair, extending my hand toward him. When Charles lifted his head, his gaze pierced straight through me.
The contract clutched in his fingers looked like a weapon aimed at my throat. Those papers would bind me to him in ways I wasn't sure I understood yet.
"I should probably read it." My voice came out smaller than I intended under the weight of his stare.
