# Chapter 6: Five Favors, One Signature, and the Sweetest Dangerous Game
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 6 of "Seduced By My Ex's Divorce Attorney audiobook free". And wow, what a chapter this is. It is filled with tension, negotiation, pride, attraction, and one signature that changes everything. If you thought the previous chapters were intense, this one turns up the heat while keeping the emotional stakes razor-sharp. So let's dive in.
We begin inside Hannah Crowley's mind, and it is not a comfortable place to be. She is standing at the edge of a decision she never imagined making. She is negotiating herself—not her body, not exactly, but her time, her attention, her pride—all for a venue. The thought disgusts her. "This has to be the lowest thing I've ever done," she admits to herself. And yet, she steps down the stairs and closes the distance between herself and the man waiting for her: Roarke Baldwin. The same Roarke Baldwin who once stood in court as her ex-husband's divorce attorney. The same man who secured Todd far more than he deserved. The same man who now looks at Hannah like she is the only prize in the room.
She smiles at familiar faces, delaying the inevitable. He slides out of the booth, waiting like some noble prince. Hannah's inner voice adds, *Not.* She greets him coldly. He returns the greeting with polished charm. "Nice to see you, Ms. Crowley." She does not return the sentiment. "I can't say the same, Mr. Baldwin."
She takes her usual booth, the one she shares with the girls, but tonight she sits on Chelsea's side. Lincoln, the attentive waiter, asks if she wants her usual Vesper. Hannah surprises him—and Roarke—by ordering scotch on the rocks. Roarke's eyebrows shoot up. He assumes she is a margarita or daiquiri girl. She tells him she is sorry to disappoint. He chuckles and says, "You never disappoint." She rolls her eyes. The flirtation is already thickening the air.
Hannah decides to cut through the nonsense. She tells him plainly that she knows what he is doing. He is using the venue as leverage to get something from her. She declares that she is not for sale. She is there because the venue will work, and if he can deliver, she will negotiate terms. Then she delivers the sharpest line of the night: she will not be naked and strapped to his bedpost. Lincoln, poor Lincoln, reacts by rattling the drink and spilling it all over the table. He apologizes frantically and rushes off. Roarke uses his own napkin to stop the liquid before it soaks Hannah's lap, dryly noting that he would hate to give her an excuse to cut the meeting short.
When Lincoln returns with a fresh drink, Hannah tells him to call her Hannah. Roarke's eyes widen. "He can call you Hannah?" She nods. It is a small power move, but it lands. Then Roarke returns to her bedpost comment with maddening confidence. He says he would never ask that of her because when he finally has her, he won't need to tie her down. She will want it. Hannah rolls her eyes and lets the scotch burn her throat. She tells him he is presumptuous. If he truly wants her, he went about winning her the wrong way. She is not some young girl who will fall to her knees for him. He dares to say there will come a time when she will drop to her knees in front of him. She spears him with disgust. He only chuckles and asks why she thinks she intrigues him.
Hannah believes she has him figured out. He knows everything about her—her bank accounts, her properties, her social value. To her, she is an opportunity. If he wants her, it is because of what she can offer him financially and socially. Roarke leans over the table, his expensive cologne invading her senses. He tells her she is making assumptions again. His finger slides over the top of her hand. He says he is not Todd. He does not want a cent from her. When he said he wanted her, that was it. Nothing else. But he would never force that on her either. The choice is hers.
That confession hits Hannah harder than she wants to admit. She pushes back the burning arousal. If he is telling the truth, it sets him apart. No one has ever just wanted her. Not really. Even her friends have often wanted something—a club, a designer, a connection. Being a Crowley means always wondering if the next enemy is someone you call a friend. So she does not trust him. She cannot afford to.
She snaps at him to stop the back-and-forth and asks what he is proposing. He leans back, his gaze dipping to her hands, then her breasts, then her face. His hand disappears beneath the table and returns with a manila folder. Hannah asks if he is going to make her sign a contract. He grins. "Look how well you already know me." She cannot believe it. She says her word should be enough. He counters that in his line of work, someone's word is never enough. People forget. There are misunderstandings. This way the agreement is black and white.
She reaches for the contract, but he pulls it back. She guesses there is a monetary fine if she fails to fulfill her end. He scolds her for assuming. Then he puts on black-rimmed reading glasses, and Hannah hates to admit it, but the glasses make him even hotter. She tells him maybe they should have met at his office if everything is so by the book. He says he debated that. But the desire to bend her over his desk would have been too strong. He winks. A bolt of lightning electrifies her from head to toe. She tells him that will never happen. He says she is still making assumptions. He rarely fails to get what he wants.
Hannah seizes the contract. She tells him to cut the Fifty Shades nonsense and says her lawyers will look at it. Roarke assures her that her lawyers will not see it—it is favorable for both sides. He sits back and lets her read. She asks if he is going to sit there the entire time. He says he would like nothing better than to spend the night with her. He would prefer other alternatives, but he will take what she is offering. His true intentions are foggy to her now, and that unsettles her.
She reads and finds nothing out of the ordinary. No sexual favors. No exchange of money. It is a straight deal. He secures the venue, and she grants him five favors. Hannah asks what kind of favors. His smile returns—the same smile he wore in court when he secured her ex-husband far more than he deserved. He says that is where trust comes into play. She places the contract down and moves to leave. No deal.
But his large hand lands on hers, stopping her. There is desperation in his tone. He tells her he will not sign up to be her prey, some plaything he calls on a whim. He snatches the contract, clicks his pen, scribbles something down, initials it, and hands it back. The added clause states that no favor will be embarrassing or demeaning. His initials are scrawled beside it.
He explains that she has left him no choice. He could ask her on a date, but she would deny him. Five favors all entail her seeing a side of him outside the man she thinks he is. That is all this is. If they ripped up the contract and he asked her out, she would never give him a fair chance. She asks why. Why go to so much work to prove he is not who she thinks he is? He does not even know her. He says he knows more than he should at this stage of their relationship. His eyes dip to his drink, and Hannah remembers he probably hired a private investigator on her, just as her lawyer did with Todd. He probably knows her habits. Knows about her dog Lucy. Knows everything.
He answers her question: he is attracted to her, and he thinks they could be good together. She studies him, waiting for the punchline. He seems sincere, and that throws her. She asks if a divorce attorney believes in true love and marriage. He says she is making assumptions again. He said nothing about marriage and never would—to anyone. He is just giving her a chance to know the real him so that perhaps he has a chance with her.
Hannah stares across the table, testing him. He does not flinch. If she was not attracted to Roarke Baldwin, this would be easy. But she is. The chance to maybe sleep with him and get him out of her system could be a win-win. She tells him they have one thing in common: she will never get married again. He says her decision should be simple and nudges the contract toward her.
She reads every sentence, every word. There is nothing that secures him anything other than five favors. No money. No sex. She holds out her hand for the pen without looking at him. She tells herself she is strong, and the worst that can happen is that she sleeps with Roarke Baldwin. That is not so bad. She could live with herself after—she thinks. She signs. She pushes down the feeling that she has just done something there is no coming back from. She slides the contract back to him.
Roarke folds it into thirds and shoves it into his front pocket. He promises she will get a copy tomorrow. She downs a big gulp of her drink and asks about the venue. He pulls out a card and slides it to her. The venue is already booked. They just need specifics. She tells him goodnight, unable to sit across from the silver fox any longer without her willpower crumbling. She wants to beg him to forget the five favors and just take her home.
He asks if she is leaving so soon, with a cocky grin like he can read her mind. She says yes and turns away. Then he asks if she does not even want to know the first favor. She stops immediately. She asks if favor number one is that he will keep her there against her will. He chuckles. No. He stands, runs his hand down the length of her arm, and she suppresses a full-body shiver. Favor number one is that he can call her Hannah, and she can call him Roarke. No more Ms. Crowley and Mr. Baldwin.
She agrees. "Goodnight, Roarke." His name falls off her tongue too easily, and she wonders what it would sound like if she was screaming it while he drove into her. He leans in, his light scruff scratching her cheek before his soft lips land where her cheekbone meets her hairline. "Sweet dreams, Hannah."
The next morning, the office recap is brutal. Victoria cringes at the words "five favors." Chelsea's eyes light up. Two completely different reactions from two very different women. Hannah usually enjoys their morning recaps, but now that she is in the hot seat, not so much. Victoria flips through the contract waiting in her email. She confirms there is nothing sexual. Chelsea says it seems like a waste and calls it kinky, liking his style. Victoria asks if Dean is still tapped in, no more tears. Chelsea says only from pleasure. Hannah sips her coffee and ignores the grating jealousy. She has not had sex in way too long, and even then, it was not with a man who could do much for her. Having two friends living with a post-coital glow is not easy. Maybe that is why she signed the contract last night. Subconsciously, maybe she thought Roarke would solve that problem for her. Victoria says it is a little romantic. Hannah disagrees. A contract is never romantic. She leans back in her office chair, but the truth is already humming beneath her skin.
Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:
As a reader, I was completely hooked by this chapter. The negotiation scene was sharp, sexy, and deeply character-driven. Hannah is not a naive heroine. She knows her worth, she knows her world, and she refuses to be handled. That is what makes her so compelling. Roarke is dangerous not because he is cruel, but because he is patient. He listens. He adjusts. He gives her an out while still maneuvering the board. The contract twist is brilliant because it removes the obvious physical bargain and replaces it with something far more intimate: time, trust, and five unknown favors. The morning-after recap with Victoria and Chelsea also grounds the chapter in female friendship and real emotional contrast. Victoria worries. Chelsea teases. Hannah pretends she is fine. I loved the tension between desire and self-protection. I also loved that Hannah admits, even privately, that she is attracted to him. That honesty makes her human.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
Next Chapter Prediction:
I predict the next chapter will bring the second favor, and it will not be something small. Roarke has already used the first favor to close the emotional distance between them by making their names intimate. Now he will likely use the next favor to take Hannah somewhere outside her controlled world—perhaps a dinner, a business event, or a private meeting disguised as something else. Victoria will warn her to be careful, Chelsea will cheer her on, and Hannah will tell herself it means nothing. But the real danger is that Roarke will show her the side of himself she does not want to see: the loyal, thoughtful, quietly powerful man beneath the lawyer's armor. I also suspect Todd may reappear, either through gossip or a direct confrontation, forcing Hannah to compare the man who hurt her with the man who is now pursuing her. The five favors are going to become five emotional traps, and Hannah is already caught in the first one.
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