“An agreement? What kind of agreement?”
“It’s basically an agreement to ensure that I won’t accuse him of sexual harassment if we go ahead and sleep together.”
She tilts her head, pondering my words. “Makes sense. He’s just covering his ass. I would too if I were him.”
“Yeah… I guess so.”
“What’s in the agreement?”
“Well, I can’t really tell you because there’s actually aConfidentialityclause in the agreement.”
“Oh, you big tease. You can tell me a little, can’t you?”
I laugh. “Well, maybe a little.”
I don’t mention my second thoughts about certain requests Boss Man has made, but I do confide in her about my doubts about getting emotionally involved with him.
“I feel guilty,” I confess.
“Oh, Gretchen.” She strokes my hair. “It’s been over two years.”
“I know, but I still love Donovan. I can’t love anyone else.”
“Of course you do. You always will,” she tells me. “But who said anything about love. From what you’ve told me so far, this sounds a lot like sex.”
“It is,” I admit. “It’s all sex. There’s even a clause about not getting emotionally invested.”
“Well, there you go.”
My glass of wine is almost empty. I’ll need another.
“The question is… do you want him?” she asks. “Do you want him to fuck you, to do all the things he wants to do?”
I blush crimson. I do. I desperately want it. “It’s all I can think about.”
She smiles. “Then don’t deny yourself. You haven’t been laid in almost three years, Gretch. I think it’s time.”
“I know. I’ll still feel guilty though.”
She worries her lip. “Well… just keep telling yourself that it’s just sex, and maybe, don’t kiss him on the mouth.”
“Really?”
“Yes, kissing is the most intimate act of all. You take that out of the equation, and it’s just sex.”
I mull over her advice for a long beat. “How veryPretty Woman, but you do make a good point.”
“Maybe you could include that in the agreement… no kissing.”
“He probably won’t like that.”
She smiles. “Who cares? You’re in charge too. You need to be comfortable with this agreement.”
“Do you think I’m a weirdo? Be honest.”
She laughs out loud. “No… I thinkhemight be a bit of a weirdo, but I think you just might be the luckiest little bitch on earth.”
I bite my lip, and drain the last of my Pinot.
God, I love this woman.
