Evelyn’s blood boiled. She looked at the man in front of her and wondered how he dared to say those words.

It was true that she had put herself in this situation but it had never been about the money. One look at him had weakened her knees and had her imagining being on her back for him. Or her front. Or sideways. Any whichever way he wanted her. He had turned her head from the start. She often wondered if the way she had looked at him had been the reason he had offered her this position.

She would have said yes without the offer of a monthly wage,...