Silas seemed to sense her hesitation and stepped closer, his towering figure looming over her. He was so close that she could feel his warm breath on her skin, making her legs tremble.
"Listen, Miss Shaw," he said, his voice low and persuasive. "You're looking for a job, and I'm offering you a great opportunity. You'll get paid well, have a nice place to live, and drive a fancy car. All you have to do is pretend to be my girlfriend."
Esme's thoughts were jumbled, her heart racing with uncertainty. She had never expected that he would demand something like this. Why was she not feeling happy?
It was what she had planned for—to entice the CEO, making Julian envious. Silas's proposal seemed to gift-wrap her opportunity. She should jump with joy and readily accept his offer, shouldn't she? But why did she feel as if she were trapped?
Her body trembled, causing her to instinctively retreat, only to collide with the chair behind her, collapsing onto it.
