A performance fee held no attraction for Yates Donovan whatsoever.
He was naturally rebellious and instinctively wanted to refuse.
But what she said after that sounded rather appealing.
'His lover.'
'Not bad. He liked this setup.'
By the window, Mia Grant was eager to try.
'There isn't even a single chair in here.'
'It's over. I'm never getting out of here.'
"How am I supposed to get out?" With no other choice, she turned to the certain someone behind her who was enjoying the show.
Yates Donovan said flippantly, arms crossed, "Just climb up."
"..." Mia Grant beckoned to him. "Come here for a second."
Yates asked with a punchable look on his face, "What, you gonna hit me?"
She smiled. "Of course not."
Even though he knew it was a trap, Yates Donovan still got up and went over.
"Wha—"
Before he could even come to a stop in front of her, she yanked hard on his collar.
