2.5- Stupid Mistake

He straightened up, arms folded over his broad chest, noticing the way her eyes absorbed the gesture, falling and resting on his midsection before she reluctantly lifted them back to his face.

"If I agree to this, you may not like my terms."

"If" was better than what she had come here to expect. In the back of her mind, she was almost certain that his answer would be no, so it showed how hopeless Amelia was that she had even been through this.

"If" is the beginning of the negotiation. Her insides squeezed with a mixture of adrenaline and anxiety. "I want to hear that," she said tremblingly.

He took two steps toward her, closing the distance, and knocking her nerves aside.

Her heart stuttered in her chest, and despite the fact that she was no longer an inexperienced, sheltered traditional 25-year-old girl, there was a moment when she did feel like a 25-year-old.

She held her breath when he came to her, his breath dangerously addictive, so she took a deep breath before she couldn't