I slump back into the chair. I can’t imagine he’s going to hire me.
Is this to torture me? There’s desperate, and then there’s pathetic.
I’m feeling like the latter.
He places his leather folder on the desk in front of him and clasps his hands together. “I apologize if I’m a bit on edge. My personal life has been an uphill battle these past few weeks,” Jace says.
I force a smile. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not, but I appreciate your consideration,” he says. “Now, I want to know why you’d like to carry my child.”
The color disappears from my face. The room spins, and the next thing I know, all I see is darkness.