Chapter Fifteen.

I enter the office like a naive little girl.

I know I should heed to my inner Goddess, who is howling at me,

'This is a trap; flee before it is too late.'

And she is right; it is too late; I brush past him, my sight settling on the chair in front of the enormous mahogany desk, which I slip into.

I hear the faint sound of the door closing and the click of the door locking. I keep my gaze straight ahead, attempting to maintain an increased level of awareness while I wait for him to take his seat in front of me.

I am too intrigued to hear his proposal for me to get up and walk out. Something deep inside me screams out that his proposition will cost me my soul but could possibly

benefit me at the same time.

He sinks into his chair, opens the top drawer of his desk and extracts a bottle of Glenfiddich. I stare at him as he fills his tumbler glass three fingers high, and then replaces the bottle in the drawer.

His presence alone screams power that steals the air from me. His masculin