Colour. Part 4

That got me blushing. “You are?”

His face grew serious. “Remember your name isn’t Julia, or Vivian, or whatever her name fucking was. You’re Johanna and I’m paying you.”

He opened his briefcase and there it was: the contract Morgan warned me about. It was brief and what I expected. Most of it was about privacy; I would agree not to disclose anything specific about what went on between us. Basically, that I wouldn’t go around at dinner parties shouting I was a paid companion.

“It’s up to you, and you can end this anytime you want. Me, too. Only sign this if this is something in which you’re interested, but you are still not bound to me. Understand?” I nodded. He smiled. “I will never force you, okay?”

I kept reading. After a while the words blurred together. I reached for his pen and signed my name in a grand flourish.

The ink bled together, making my name unrecognizable.

The rest of dinner was interesting. He asked me a few questions about the oth