She’d felt liberated when she’d informed her landlady she wouldn’t be coming back. Her stuff would be picked up later by a furniture removal company. Matthew had rung her at exactly seven that morning to make sure she would be ready for him to collect her. He didn’t like tardiness. Her heart pounded as she sat nursing a can of soda. She’d skipped coffee that morning. This was the first time she’d be seeing her boss outside of work. She didn’t need the coffee making her jittery. Her nerves were already fried without the added caffeine boost. Her head had to be screwed on while her body responded to a man she barely knew. She held no control over her body’s response to him. Her nerves were on edge by lunch time. She’d done the wrong thing signing that damned contract. How could she live with a man she didn’t know, when she couldn’t stand to live with her father? The knock on the door made her drop her can of soda all over the table. In a hurry to clean up the mess and answer the door meant her shirt was covered with soda as she tripped over the leg, toppling the table onto her.
