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her having a child suddenly make her a woman of the world? He’d laugh in her face and think she was lying if she admitted she’d only ever had one sexual experience. The statistics had been right. It could only take one time to fall pregnant.
    “You can’t do this to me,” she said, placing the sheet back onto the desk. The thing burned her more than any shame. That was what he offered, a contract of shame. Her shame.
    “I want you to come away with me. Be mine for the next week, and in return I’ll pay you a million pounds.”
    Blood pounded in her ears.
    “You don’t have that much money,” she whispered. Scarlet glanced back to the door wondering when she could make her escape.
    “Actually I do. Even without being a successful lawyer, my family are extremely wealthy. We can buy and choose anything our hearts desire,” he said. He sounded so cocky and arrogant.
    “And I’m next on the menu?”
    Richard moved from behind his desk and stood in front of her. His grey flecked brown hair and roguish good looks seemed so out of place with the despicable contract he was serving her. He placed a finger under her chin, and to further her shame her body responded.
    The emotions and physical responses he drew from her body baffled her. In the way he was dealing with her, she despised everything he stood for.
    “I want you, Scarlet. My blood boils with the need I have for you. I get everything I want. Trust me, the million pounds will set you up for life and guarantee Harry and his asthma are taken care of.”
    She pulled away from his grip. “How dare you bring my son into this?” She paced to the corner of the room, thankful the door was closed and curtains were drawn giving them privacy.
    “I told you. I’m a man who gets what he wants. I find every person’s weakness, and that boy is yours.”
    “How can you use my own son against me?” She hated him. Fucking despised him. Harry meant the world to her, no matter how he was conceived. She’d die for her boy.
    “His medical history. You can save his life. His medication is costing a lot of your salary, and then there is the food and rent. I bet you’re only scraping through.”
    Cornered, Scarlet watched him pick up that shameful contract and bring it over to her.
    “Give me your body for the next week, and you can give Harry the world. I’m not asking for much.”
    “You’re asking me to be your whore,” she said. No way would she take the contract.
    “No, baby. A whore sells her body and doesn’t get any enjoyment out of it. I intend for us to both enjoy our time together.”
    No matter how much he tried to sugar-coat this contract, it didn’t detract from what it was.
    “I can’t do this,” she whispered. She was shocked to find herself contemplating his contract of shame.
    The shame would be on her. No man would see him for anything other than the bastard he actually was.
    “Take it home with you tonight. Read it through, and then tomorrow I want you to sign it.”
    The file burned her where she touched it. She nodded and left his office. Scarlet turned her computer off. She didn’t go and say goodbye to him when she finally left the building.
    Once she collected Harry they went home to their apartment. She cooked him dinner and spent the whole night watching him colour or play.
    Could she sacrifice this small thing, her body, for his future? With a million pounds she could invest and make sure he was well cared for.
    Scarlet tucked him into bed and read through the contract. Some of the words she looked up in the dictionary, while other words weren’t that hard to figure out. Harry deserved so much more, and for the sake of her son, Scarlet made up her mind.
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    Richard had watched her leave for the night. For the first time since she started working for them, she hadn’t come and wished him a goodnight. Strange, the small things he noticed, like the goodbye at the end of the night, and it was only missed when it no longer happened.
    He