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“So I don’t sell all your secrets to OK magazine?”
“It’s to protect both of us.” I can’t believe I’m even saying this. “So we both know exactly what the deal is.”
“And what is that exactly?”
I take a breath. I wish she wasn’t everywhere; permeating every single cell in my body. I know I need distance, to get my head out of the haze, but I also know the drum in my chest isn’t just by chance. I can’t help how I feel.
“We have an arrangement.” This is all because I don’t want her with another man, I realise . It bugs me that she’d sell her body for money. I can’t stand the idea. I realise that I’m a contradictory son-of-a-bitch, but that doesn’t matter right now. “I won’t mistreat you, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” I don’t tell her right away that sex is off the table because I’m piss weak. “You’ll also get extra spending money for outfits and whatever it is women spend money on these days.”
I’m fucking dying for her to take my credit card and spoil herself.
“You’d seriously let me loose with your credit card?”
“Material things mean nothing to me. It’s just money, Charlize.”
She looks down at her hands and for the first time, I see the vulnerable side that lurks beneath. She’s just so fucking adorable.
“Twenty grand?”
“If you quit both your jobs. Yes.”
“That’s a lot of money.”
“You’re worth it.”
A small smile creeps across her face. “This is insane, you do realise that, right?”
“I’m actually fully aware of the idea that we’re both fucking nuts.”
“Then we have a deal.”
I lean up and kiss her on the forehead. “Good. Now I need to get you home.”
There’s a lurch in my chest when I think about her going back to that flat.
I don’t want her living there. Maybe I could offer her more to move… woah, cowboy. Slow down.
We haven’t even signed a contract yet and I’m already making plans for her to move out. I have plenty of properties around London.
I’ve made up my mind.
“Home?” She sounds disappointed, the frown on her face matching her tone.
“I can’t do what I want to do here, and it’s getting late.” That’s an excuse. “You can come by my office tomorrow and we’ll discuss the contract.”
“I need to give work notice.”
My anger boils. “No, you don’t. You’re not to go back to Élégance again.”
“I meant the bar.” She bites down on her lip and it goes straight to my dick.
“They’ll live. Quit tomorrow.”
“Now I have to do everything you say, like you’re my Dom?”
“I’d never make you do anything that isn’t pleasing.”
Her eyes bug wide. “So you are a Dom in the bedroom?”
