I look through the contract one more time, making sure I signed in the right places of contract where I needed to.

Donovan sits in front of me, with his lawyer sitting next to him, and a lawyer of my own sitting next to me, provided by Mr. Steele to oversee the signing.

I push the papers back to him. "Done." I say. "It all looks good."

Both lawyers stand up and shake hands, as does Donovan as he thanks them for coming, I stand and smile the best I could, despite the fact we've just been sitting here for two hours looking over my contract to Desire.

I'm so embarrassed sitting in the same room as the boss, who I had sex with not just a few days ago, it was hard to hold eye contact with anyone in this room, especially Donovan, whose scarily calm and confident.

"Nice meeting you Evan." My lawyer says, shaking my hand before he leaves with Donovan's lawyer.

"You too." I say back and watch both lawyers leave the room.

I stand alone with Donovan now, and an awkward silence fills the room.

"You look good." He says suddenly, surprising me as he comes up to me and runs his fingers through my hair.

Jesus Christ, what is he doing?

I step back alarmed as he grins at me, amused.

"You're going to break hearts in the industry." He says, looking me over. "You scrub up pretty well, you're starting to look like an actor."

"Thanks?" I say, not sure what else to say.

I feel my neck get warm with how weird it feels getting complimented by a guy like him, and from his handsome face looking me over like a possession.

I look at him and he's of course, dressed like a businessman... only this time he isn't wearing a tie, and a few buttons on his shirt are open, showing his tan chest.

"What you got going on today?" He asks, making no effort to move as he stands close to me.

I can't even look at him, he's too close. "Not much... I was going to hit the gym." I mumble out.

He hums and steps back. "Follow me." He says, opening the door and walking out.

I blink several times before moving and following him.

"Where to?" I ask, walking next to him.

He doesn't reply back, he just types something into his phone and ignores me all the way to the front of the building, where a black sleek expensive car is waiting, with a man holding the door open for him.

Donovan gets inside and then finally looks at me, not saying a word, yet his eyes are telling me to hurry up, get inside and be quiet.

Would it kill this guy to be nice?

I get in beside Donovan and the driver starts the car and then takes off, and just like that, I'm in a car with the boss I'm sleeping with, who is the billionaire, Donovan Steele, heading to a destination unknown.

He turns and watches me, his jaw leaning on his palm as his eyes sink into me, making me uncomfortable about what to do about this situation.

"Are you always this quiet?" He asks. "Natalie reported you were a 'pleasure to talk to', she seemed very interested in you."

What is this situation? I swallow hard and grow a pair and look at him.

"You sound jealous." I joke, yet he looks unaffected by my joking, bored even as he simply glances at me, then focuses back on his phone.

"Is that normal?" I continue speaking. "For Natalie to report to you?" I ask, curious since he mentioned it.

"No."

I wanted to ask why he was keeping tabs on me, but it already felt incredibly stuffy and awkward just sitting next to him, his leg touching mine, so I kept my mouth shut.

I suddenly feel on high alert as my body becomes ignited, not only are we sitting close to each other, but he hasn't stopped looking at me like I'm prey and he's the hunter.

The driver is right there, listening to our conversation and Donovan couldn't care less.

"How's your ass?"

I snap my eyes at him and at him as a blush makes its way to my face, yet all Donovan does is smile slightly.

The car stops and the driver announces 'we're here sir' as he gets out of the car and opens the door for Donovan on his side.

I look outside and see we've stopped outside of a gym, that definitely looks like it's a 'VIP members only' gym, and not your simple walk-in gym, exactly like the one I go to.

I get out and catch up to him. "What are we doing here?" I breathe out, following him inside.

"Working out, isn't that obvious?"

Obvious? He never even mentioned it, he just told me to follow him, and I did, like an idiot.

I follow him inside where we're instantly greeted... or he is.

"Mr. Steele, welcome back." The receptionist says, a young girl who smiles politely at him. "Your room is ready for you sir."

Donovan ignores her and just walks forward, despite the poor girl practically lusting over him like a hot snack, he paid her no mind and ignored her entire existence.

"That was rude." I say once we got far away that she couldn't hear. "She seemed interested in you, you could at least say thank you." I muttered.

He looks at me and scoffs, his eyes glaring at me as he continues walking, not saying a word.

He leads us to a private room and inside almost made my jaw drop.

The room was huge, and it was basically a private gym filled with everything you could possibly need, plus a minibar filled with pre-workout, drinks, and snacks.

It's just the two of us here as the door clicks behind me, leaving me alone with him as he starts taking off his suit jacket, and getting undressed.

"Uh, I don't have my gym stuff." I point out the obvious.

"And neither do you."

"There's stuff in the back, I made sure they had your size prepared before we arrived."

I blink and follow him to the back, and he's right, there's a locker room in this private gym and gym shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of Nike training trainers for me, all in my size.

"When did you prepare this?" There was no way he'd know I was going to the gym today. "Are you stalking me or something?" I tease, admiring the trainers.

"Don't flatter yourself." He takes off his shirt, exposing his six-pack abs and perfect tan. "I texted we were coming and for what I pay a week, I expected no less from the staff to accommodate me, and I knew your size from your file."

I roll my eyes at his high and mighty attitude and start to take off my clothes to change into gym gear.

I watch him from the corner of my eye as he also does the same, picking up his similar Nike training shorts to mine and putting his tan-fit legs inside them.

He catches me and a ghost smile makes its way to his lips.

Donovan steps forward and grabs my jaw with his hand, he turns my face and makes me look up at him, as he stares down at me nonchalantly.

"You're not this shy, Evan." He says, his voice deep and penetrating. "It's just us here, no one will judge you for looking so greedily at me, not here at least."

I blush hard and push him away from me. "Whose looking greedily?" I snort out, looking away from him.

He steps forward and grabs my hand and places it over his shorts, directly on top of his now-hard erection, making me feel dizzy as I process what the hell is happening.

"Don't lie to yourself Evan, it's not attractive when you hide what you want." He declares, using his other hand to grip my hair.

I glare at him and his cold eyes stare back at me as his lips curl into a grin.

"There." He rapt out. "That look, that's what I like about you Evan, the fight in your eyes, it really does captivate me."

Shit- what is he even saying to a man? Like he has no filter at all and just says what he likes.

"Stop." I stutter out, blushing when he thrusts his cock into my hand against his shorts.

His eyes snap to mine and the look on his face makes me stop breathing, as it feels like the air left the room, just leaving us and the sexual tension hanging by a thread.

"Get on your knees." He commands, his voice thick with need and authority.

It takes a moment to realize what he asking and when I realize it, I feel myself grow hot and flustered, like a teenager again from a few simple words.

"Here?" I exclaimed. "We can't- What if someone comes in and sees us?" I say nervously, looking around helplessly.

He grunts out annoyed as his eyes coldly hold me in place.

"I either fuck your mouth here or in front of every single employee in this building." He declares seriously, his face hard with certainty. "It's up to you."

I get on my knees and stare up at him with shaky hands, he stands with a satisfied expression as he pulls down his gym shorts and grips his thick large manhood in his firm hold, and his hooded eyes never leave mine.

Fuck... I should have never mentioned the gym.

Why can't I say no to this man? What the hell has gotten into me?

I've finally gone crazy.