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She was stunned for a second before she realized he was messing with her, although his features remained extraordinarily stoic. Fine, she could take a joke.
“Oh, okay, fine. I'll abide by your rules then,” she said, exaggerating each word. “What else?”
“You live with me for the duration of the month.”
Live with him?
He wanted her to live with him?
Chapter Seven
Kensley bit her lip, completely displaced. She had no idea what to expect, but living with him was definitely not one of them.
Oh, he was good. He was very good. Too good. Damn him.
But she couldn't live with him. That would be insane, right? Surely even he must know that was a ridiculous thing to ask.
Crapballs.
Seriously, the man possessed too much arrogant entitlement, but she had to remember he had accepted her counter-offer; any other terms he set after that, she had no choice but to accept. In the grand scheme of things, abiding by his conditions for a month was nothing compared to the happiness and relief she would bring her grandparents if she could save Everry Place.
And keep her virginity.
“And sleep in my bed.” His voice dropped to a low, velvety tone that reverberated through the air and sparked against her skin. Shivers cascaded down her spine and made even her lips tingle with anticipation.
“With you... in the same bed? But—” The whole idea of their new deal was that she got to keep her virginity. Did he not understand the terms?
“I understand the clauses in your new contract perfectly fine, Ms. Reid,” he said as if he had read her mind. “When I say sleep in my bed, I mean exactly that. Sleep.”
But it wasn’t so much about sharing a bed sheet; they would be sharing body heat. Did he sleep naked? Nope, not her business.
No bed was big enough for the both of them to just sleep in, but she had no choice.
“What are the chances of me negotiating my own bed?” She asked without much confidence.
“None.”
Fudgeballs.
She narrowed her eyes at him. He was playing dirty, and he knew it. Well, she hoped he enjoyed sleeping next to a block of ice, which is what she planned to become when they shared a bed. But she reminded herself again, Charles had pointed out he was going to lose hundreds of millions of dollars—sums she couldn't even imagine—but he had accepted her counter-offer despite it.
She still couldn’t believe he had agreed to her terms. Her offer was so out there, he really should have laughed at her, then told her to get lost, he'd find himself another virgin to purchase.
So in order for him to sign their new contract, she had to live with him for a month and sleep in his bed. She may have been internally freaked out when she heard his condition initially, but now that she had her ground back, she knew she had nothing to worry about, whether he slept naked or not.
“Then you’ve forced my hand, and I’m bound to accept that condition, Mr. McLeod.”
“Good. Both parties are in agreement about the sleeping arrangements,” Charles said. “When you say “woo,” Kensley, can you elaborate on what Hunter can and can’t do for clarity's sake if you please?”
“Sure,” she said. She reached for a pen and started listing in numerical order the things he was allowed to do in order to court her on the blank side of her one-page contract.
First, take her to dinner. That was followed with, buy her gifts. Not that she cared for any, but she had to put something down. Any grand gestures, such as donating to her favorite charities and helping at the homeless shelter she volunteers at. Open the door for her. Give her friend, Marcy Jensen, time off. She was basically just pulling things out of thin air since she didn’t think she was going to have to elaborate on what she meant. Surprise her with chocolate and foot rubs she added.
Foot rubs?
She desperately wanted to scratch that one out, but it would show a sign of weakness, so she left it.
“That’s about the gist of it,” she said, but before she could pass the sheet of paper to Charles, Hunter reached for it. His eyes roved over her suggestions for a few seconds before he reached for the same pen she had used and struck a bigxover her handwriting.
