Page 65 of Twisted Proposal

The only thing that man was, was an obstacle in my path.

Looking around the apartment, I felt a sense of calm for a moment.

It really was perfect except for those blinking red lights on the cameras.

The reminder that he was watching me shattered the calm the apartment gave me.

He just had to ruin the ambiance in such a blatant way.

I went to one of the smaller sitting rooms, got on a chair, and turned the cameras face down.

If Artem had a problem with it, he could bring it up to me.

Or better yet, he could fix it himself.

I spread out my books and got to work.

It only took me five minutes to realize UNIDROIT Principles were not in the reading material at all.

The professor was just a prick, and I got caught in his bluff.

Though I couldn't imagine it would have gone any other way even if I had done the reading.

The next three hours were spent going over last night's reading materials, taking meticulous notes by hand, and then going over my lecture notes again.

Confirming, yet again, that nothing he mentioned had anything to do with UNIDROIT Principles of International Commercial Contracts, which I now knew were non-binding rules that helped coordinate contract law across different legal systems.

The antique grandfather clock in the main room chimed seven, shaking me out of my study focus.

There was an hour before I was supposed to have dinner with Artem.

Part of me wanted to tell him no.

To stand my ground.

But I knew that would end with him coming over here, punishing me and fucking me again.

It would only further confuse my priorities, and I was still sore from the night before and this morning.

My stomach growled, and that settled it.

I was going to get dressed, let him feed me, and try to figure out how to get myself out of this.

Maybe if I spent some time with him, had a conversation, I could come up with a plan for the easiest way to get rid of him.

I wore a fitted little black dress.

It was beautiful, with a square neck, and hugged my curves perfectly, making the slight flare from my waist to my hips appear elegant, and my legs looked sexy as hell through the slit in the mid-length skirt.

I looked perfectly presentable, demure and sophisticated.

Like any other young lady out on the town for the night with a gentleman.

I wasn't a young lady, and I certainly wasn't going out with a gentleman.

This needed something more.

Something that would make me feel dangerous, in control, powerful.