Chapter 8

“On contract only, of course,” Christian assured in a smooth tone of voice, sounding as though he were simply negotiating with a client. “You can stop working here in the company and come live with me in my mansion. I will make sure that you are well-treated and given everything that you desire.”

Camille’s head was spinning. This was all going too fast for her liking. “Wait a second,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “I’m not going to be your wife, Mr. Callahan.”

“Of course you are,” Christian said with an arch of his eyebrow. “Do I not have all of the qualities of a fine husband? Besides, you should be grateful. I will give you all that you need. My only condition is for you to not meddle in my business and behave like a good little wife.”

“Mr. Callahan,” Camille said stonily. “I am not going to marry you.”

She then turned around and attempted to leave the room.

“Stop right there, Miss van Gowen.”

Camille instantly froze in place.

Christian watched her stiff shoulders from behind, smirk