How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 6: The Contract

     Navigating her way back to his study, she crossed her arms over her chest, a shiver dancing down her spine. She wished like hell she could have put a T-shirt on too, or at the very least, his lab coat again. Did he have no shame? Probably not.

Slipping quietly into his study, she walked over and sat down on one of the couches. When another chill hit her, she laid down, curling up on her side in a fetal position, hugging herself in an attempt to stay warm. She lifted her head to look around the room, searching for a blanket, but there wasn't one. Rolling over onto her opposite side, she curled herself closer to the back cushions, her own back now facing the door. She almost didn't hear it open and wouldn't have if it weren't for Eric's footsteps in the hall a couple minutes later. Too cold to turn around, she waited until she heard his voice.

"Amy? Is there something wrong with you that I should know about?"

When she looked over at him, she smiled inwardly at the white French terry robe draped over his arm. Had he brought that for her? "Just cold, sir."

"I noticed." He took the robe, holding it open for her. "Which is why I brought you this."

Oh God bless him! He is a decent human being after all.

There was no greater sight than that robe. Turning around, she quickly pushed herself up to her feet and stepped towards him. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. And yet, as she turned and slipped her arms into the sleeves, she started to wonder why he was being so nice to her all of a sudden. Why? After all the bad she had done? "Thank you, sir."

Without so much as acknowledging her thank you, he walked away from her and to his desk. "Have a seat," he commanded, gesturing to the wooden arm chair in front of it.

Pulling the robe a little tighter around herself, she walked over and carefully lowered herself into the chair, wincing slightly from the pain still aching through her ass. She licked her lips as he slid himself into the black leather chair behind the desk. After turning on the small goose neck lamp that sat on top of it, he opened a side drawer and sifted through a thin folder of documents.

Finding what he was looking for, he shut the drawer and flipped to the last page of the thin packet in his hand. When she saw him jot down the current date to another date a week from now, she knew that it was her contract. Her stomach did a little flip flop as she shifted in the chair, crossing her right leg over her left. "Okay..."

She perked up at the sound of his voice, watching him scribble his signature at the bottom. Even from her angle and upside down, she could tell that it was a typical doctor's signature. Closing the packet, he turned it around and slid it across the desk to her, setting the pen on top.

"This is your contract," he said, pressing his finger to the top of the form. "Read it over carefully, paying close attention to the rules I've laid out for you, fill it out completely and then sign and date at the bottom of the last page."

She nodded in understanding. "Yes, sir." Perching herself on the edge of the chair, she set her elbow on the desk and looked down at it.

"Elbows off my desk, Amy."

"Oh!" Flinching at his command, she removed her elbow, picking up the packet and leaning back in her chair, giving him an apologetic look. "Sorry. I'm sorry, sir. Habit."

"We're going to have to break you of those naughty habits, change that attitude and teach you some manners." He sighed softly, leaning back in his own chair, setting his arms on the rests and gently rocking from side to side. "Unfortunately it's not going to happen in a week."

Amy looked up at him, initially with a deep scowl, but when she saw his sexy baby blues eyeing her intently, while rocking gently in that wing back swivel chair, her inner walls tightened and she smirked.