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My fingers began moving over the keys, rushing to get the easy part out of the way first.

Work Requirements

I will work for Turning Stone Advertising and follow the limited job description outlined at the coffee shop. Additional job expectations can be discussed and agreed upon at a later date.

Retirement options and benefits are a prerequisite for me to accept employment.

Salary to be determined but must exceed current pay at Wally’s by a minimum of fifty percent.

If my employment ends due to our personal dealings, a severance package must be determined.

I paused over the last two bullet points, not wanting to sound too presumptuous. I was really looking forward to working in my chosen field, but I also had bills to pay. So, after only a moment of hesitation, I decided to leave it as it was. If it was going to be an issue, then Alexander and I could haggle over it when the time came.

I moved on to the next part of our agreement.

How should I title that?

This part of the list would definitely be more complicated. Settling on the first thing that came to mind, I began to type again.

Extracurricular Activities

Exclusiveness: we will not be tied together like we are dating. However, I insist you do not sleep with other people while you are with me.

I can come and go as I please. You are not allowed to control my life. You are my boss in the workplace only. This is merely a business arrangement with sex as an added bonus.

I frowned at the last bullet point.

When it’s put like that, I really do sound like a prostitute.

I didn’t dwell on the thought too long, or I’d risk scratching the whole idea of sleeping with Alexander. Of course, the fact I was even putting all of this on paper was ludicrous, but I continued to type, nonetheless.

I am not on any form of birth control but agree to take care of it as soon as possible.

STD testing is mandatory. I will provide you with a doctor’s report showing I’m clean. I expect you to do the same.

Condoms: until I get on the pill and a clean bill of health comes for both of us, condoms must be worn.

Clarification of my role as a “submissive” can be outlined in the space below.

I made a bunch of blank lines under the title “Alexander’s Expectations,” then sat back and reread what I had typed. I tapped a finger on my chin and tried to think of anything else I should put on the list. I thought what I had come up with was pretty straightforward. It was responsible, to say the least, and should be a good enough start. After that, he just needed to outline his specific requirements.

Hopefully, he doesn’t request I run around wearing a maid’s costume. That would be weird.

Laughing to myself, I clicked the save button and closed the laptop.

Flopping onto the bed, I stared up at the ceiling. The music had changed, and another one of Alexander’s sexy tunes started to play.

Oh, God—what was this music?

It was making me edgy. Restless. And I could barely wait to go over my list with Alexander, the anticipation killing me.

Why should I hold out until tomorrow?

Maybe it was the wine deciding for me. Or perhaps it was his music. Either way, it didn’t matter. I knew I wanted him.

Now.

I went and grabbed my phone off the speaker dock, silencing the music so I could send him a text message.