Do we have a deal or not?

Baffled. 

To say Annette was shocked would be an understatement.

This was far from what she had anticipated or even dreamed of. She had thought possibly that he would give her some money and they would work out a payment strategy over a stipulated period of time, and she would have to get different jobs and work for hours in order to meet up with the payment.

Hell, he would have proposed that she work for him and keep doing so until her debt has been paid, and it would have been worth it for her brother, for James. 

But not this, not what he was proposing. Annette had never imagined in a million years that Xavier Michaelson would demand that of her. Demand for her body. Demand to have sex with her as a means to pay her debt.

But the question was, will she be able to do it? Have sex with a man to save her brother.

But Xavier was not just any man. They go way back, to when they were younger, teenagers, and they had been friends.

 She thought of the possibility of Xavier having feelings for her back then the same way she did --a teenager's crush or having feelings for her now, for that matter. But one look at his face made that thought fly out the window.

No, there was no way this cold-hearted werewolf could harbor any tender feelings for anyone, let alone her. This was plainly about sexual desire and dominance, and she was at the receiving end.

"Why me?" That was the only question that came to mind.

"Have you seen me?" She said while pointing at herself.

"I am not a model precisely, nor do I have the body of one. I totally like the way I look. Don't misunderstand me, but girls like me do not particularly go out with or be around men of your status, they_"

"They what?" He asked cutting her off before she could complete her sentence. He looked deep into her eyes, and men did he look pissed. 

Her back met the smooth, solid office door before she could blink. He moved fast like lightning. She could not stop him, not that she wanted to. His left hand was placed on the door, a few inches from her face, and his right hand wind around her waist pulling her body to his.

This made him impossibly close to her, as if he wasn't close enough. He was huge; his well-defined muscle, broad shoulders, and impressive height made him look more intimidating.

Bloody hell, they were so close, chest to chest. She could feel something firm poking her stomach.

Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what it was. He was hard, and very much so from what she could feel.

"Not all men like rawboned women?" His heated gaze was on her. She placed her hands on his broad chest as if to push him back.

"Some men like curves," he said, moving his fingers along her spinal cord, sending sparks through her body.

"I like curves on my woman, something to hold onto while I thrust into her, not one that looks like she is starving."

Annette sucked in a breath when she heard his words. 

He removed his hand from her waist and l lifted it to her face, cupping it. His touch was possessive, not gentle. 

He slowly rubbed his thumb over her lower lip.

Looking deep into her eyes, he continues.

"So what do you say, Annette? Do we have a deal or not?"

Annette was in a dilemma. Was she going to accept his proposal?

The thought of her cousin lying on the floor cold and lifeless flooded her mind.