CLAIRE

I cleared my throat, forcing my hands to stop trembling in my lap. "So... about the interview, Mr. Grey..."

He chuckled. It was a low dark sound that vibrated straight through the air. Then he leaned in further, staring at me in a way that made me feel instantly exposed and embarrassed, like he was looking right through my clothes.

"Straight to business, huh?" he murmured, his dark brows lifting with amusement.

I chewed nervously at my bottom lip, furiously digging my teeth over the skin. It was what I always did whenever I felt anxious, and this man—this monster I had just walked in on fucking a woman...