11
“Can you expand on that please?” I ask. “I don’t quite understand what you mean.”
“I will want to spend as much time with you as I can, and I will love you fiercely,” he explains. “I use the word ‘love’ in the physical sexual sense of course. And if you ever want to end this agreement, I will agree to do so, as those are the terms, but just know, that I will be heartbroken as I will have most likely invested a lot of myself.”
My mouth hangs open, without words.
“That said, I understand that you have a full life independent of me and this job. You have a son, friends, hobbies, and I fully respect that. I promise to respect your space and time as much as my compulsions allow.”
As much as my compulsions allow…
I was ready to sign and clear the desk so he could have his way with me, but now I’m suddenly very wary. I’m afraid of what I’m getting into. And there are so many terms to look over.
“I’ll need to look over this agreement thoroughly,” I say, all business. “And I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
His face falls. “No worries. You take the time you need.” He’s clearly disappointed, but is being quite understanding.
“Does this happen often?” I ask. “You obsessing over a woman? Have you drawn up many of these types of agreements?”
He smiles. “I can assure you that it does not. In fact, it’s been four years…” his words trail off. “And I’ve never drawn up an agreement like this one before. I’ve never been involved with an employee. This is all new to me, as much as it is to you.”
“Oh,” I shrug. “I’ve had sex with my bosses before. It’s what I do.”
His jaw drops, and I burst into laughter.
“I’m kidding!”
He blows out a breath of relief. “You had me for a second there.”
“This is new to me too,” I confess. “I’ve never been involved with an employer before.”
“It’s certainly a slippery slope, hence the need for an agreement like this.”
I read further down and review theLimitsclause. I’m not sure how I feel about having no emotional attachment with him, but let’s face it, we barely know each other. I’ve never been the type to have sex just for the sake of sex, but I desperately crave his touch. And I’m not ready for anything more. I still love Donovan, and I’d feel guilty having any kind of emotional connection with anyone else. As it happens, this clause suits me just fine after all.
We both sit quietly, the silence between us heavy. I slowly stand, not sure what else to add. “Well, I should get going,” I say. “I’ll get back to you on this by tomorrow morning.”
He smiles and offers me his hand, as if this were just a typical business meeting. The man is certainly strange, but strange in a very sexy way.
I shake his hand politely, wondering what he might be like in bed. It’s kind of hard to imagine, but my instincts tell me he might just be amazing.
Or he might be weird and plain awful.
What have I gotten myself into? We should probably not do this. What if it ends badly, and then we’re stuck working together? What if I end up losing this job over this? Sure, my monetary compensation is guaranteed, but this job really isn’t about the money. Our savings and Donovan’s insurance policy insure that I never need to work a single day again.
My head aches as I excuse myself. I steal one last glance before I turn the corner. He stands tall and smiles sweetly. “I love what you’re wearing, by the way. It’s perfect.” He raises a hand to tuck his unruly lock of hair behind his ear. Misbehaving hair notwithstanding, he’s impeccable. Beautiful. Irresistible.
And I know there’s no way I’m not signing that agreement. The consequences be damned.
I can barely focus for the rest of the day. I’m a zombie, doodling aimlessly. I read the agreement over and over, and scribble notes. I really don’t know how to handle this. I desperately need to confide in someone. Yet, I can’t. It’s right there in theConfidentialityclause.
Perhaps if I don’t divulge too many details…
As soon as I get home, I wrap Ethan in a big bear hug. Above all, he’s my top priority. Can I do this without affecting him? I don’t see why not. A happy Mommy makes for a happy child, doesn’t it? And Weston makes me happy. And I’m sure that an orgasm or two would certainly make me very happy. Truth be told, I’ve been kind of testy and stressed lately, and that’s not good for Ethan.
Weston seems to understand that my priority is Ethan. It’s right there in the agreement, under theAvailabilityclause. He knows my time is limited because I’m a single mom.
I heat up a frozen lasagna and give Ethan a bath after dinner. He’s happy splashing in the tub, and I take the opportunity to call Abigail. She answers on the third ring.
