43

Nerthus

“No way.” I say, feeling his presence behind me.

“I’m not signing this. Even if I did, it wouldn’t be binding anyway.”

“Says who?” He asks in an annoyed tone as I shake my head.

“I’m saying this! This is-” I gasp as he slumps down into the seat next to me, pulling my chair between his legs. Sliding the paper across the table, he positions it right in front of me. He is so close that I can feel his warm breath fanning my skin.

“Do you want to call a lawyer?”

“I don’t need one! I’m not signing anything.”

“Didn’t you have a contract at your old workplace?”

I nod and he taps his finger on the paper. “This is just an agreement between you and me.”

I lay the pen down and watch him pick it up with a swirl.

“What bothers you?”

“You… I… This is too restrictive!” I finally exhale as I get to tear my eyes away from the pen between his fingers.

“Restrictive?” He hums, making me shudder.

“I’ll practically be your slave.”

He laughs, turning the contract as if he was reading it