“Are all negotiations so complicated?”
A corner of his mouth curved up. “Worse than that, but never as pleasurable.”
She huffed. “I mean, we will, of course, do the deed. No, I won’t be specific,” she added in a rush when he opened his mouth. “Let’s say we’ll see each time what we choose to do.”
“It’s not much of an assurance, and the whole deal is rather vague, but I’ll take it for now.” He offered his hand again.
She shook it, feeling the hardened skin on his palm.
“When do we start?” He released her hand immediately.
“Tomorrow evening at seven, but you stop harassing my father today.”
He leant back in the seat, his eyes darkening with desire. “Consider it done.”
