ANNA'S POV

I turned around and walked back to where I stood, my slides crunching lightly against the gravel beneath my feet. Just as I thought — if he truly needed me, if he was really desperate, then he would do anything to beg me. Men like James always folded when their backs were pressed against the wall.

And I was more than ready to take advantage of that.

It was a good thing I brought my phone with me. Anything and everything he did now would become a weapon in my hands later. Every word, every movement, every ounce of humiliation he subjected himself to would be a huge...