There were things happening that—just start the annulment
process, Giana. I’ll sign it. Send me an NDA and I’ll sign that
too, in exchange for you having no more contact with me.
Write that into whatever contract you come up with.”
“Hmm.” She pretended to think about it, just so that it was
more maddening when she dropped the news. “No deal.”
Coralyn stormed over to her coat and picked it up. She
shrugged it on. “I’m leaving. If you can’t talk about this like a
decent person, and I don’t know why I expected that you from
you anyway, then I’m done with this. Send me whatever you
need to send me. You clearly know where to find me.”
Coralyn’s hands were shaking so badly she could barely flip
the lock on the door. Before she got it open, Giana got the last
word in. “No, sweetheart. You’ll come to me when you want
to finish this. If you’d done any research ahead of your
nefarious little plot, you would have found out that I never
break my word. Unfortunately for you, that leaves a rather
gray area where vows are concerned.” She smiled sweetly in
the face of Coralyn’s outraged gasp.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means that when you do decide to come to me, of your
own free will, and ask to be punished again, you’ll mean it.”
Giana blinked slowly before she parroted back Coralyn’s
words to her. “You obviously know where to fine me.”
It was immensely satisfying to watch Coralyn tremble and
to hear the way her breaths hitched, coming out hard after
catching and holding, before she managed to get the locks
undone and escape the office.
Chapter 13
Coralyn