Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Tiffany gave a detached smile . " See , Mr. Hutton , we were never from the same world . You know it , and so do I- " 1 " Give me some time , " Raymond's voice cut in , low and steady . Tiffany narrowed her eyes , trying to clear the feverish haze clouding her mind . " What did you just say ? " Inside the apartment , Sydney slipped off her shoes at the door and glanced at the man across the room . " Thank you for helping with Tiffany . " Relief softened her voice . Julian's mouth curved , barely a smile . " Thank me ? Wasn't that what you earned ?

" Heat crept up Sydney's neck , and she lowered her gaze . She understood perfectly . He meant her body had paid the price . Before embarrassment could take hold , Julian placed a document on the dining table . " Sign this . " She stepped closer and glanced down . Bold black letters spelled : Contract of Servitude . Her head snapped up to meet his steady eyes . " I have to protect my interests somehow , don't I ? " he said flatly . " Fine . " Sydney reminded herself that Julian was a businessman , first and foremost .

His gaze pressed on her as she skimmed the contract line by line , then quickly scrawled her name . He set a stamp pad beside her . " Handprint . " ' Meticulous , as always , ' she thought . Pressing her fingertip into the ink , she muttered under her breath , " I'm not going anywhere anyway . " Julian's lips curved with meaning . " And if one day you decide you've gotten over your tantrum and are ready to dive back into your love - brained devotion , could I possibly stop you ? " He was pointing straight at three years ago , when she had insisted on marrying Caleb .

hadn't read the fine print , but she noticed it was light on restrictions . There were no clauses about tracking her whereabouts or rules about keeping their affair secret . Perhaps those were simply assumed . The basic etiquette of being a mistress was too