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“It is.” She added a good dose of confidence to her voice.
“Choose a word,” Hunter said.
“Why?” she asked, frowning.
“Because when you say that word, it means you want me to take your virginity, and there will be no gray area where you can change your mind.”
She had heard of safe words, thanks to Marcy, but safe words were meant to stop the other person from doing what they were doing. What Hunter asked for was the opposite of that concept. Her word would imply explicitly that she was essentially so seduced by him that she was handing over her virginity to him.
Oh boy.
She had to rethink things at warp speed, which was hard to do when her panties were already damp, and her body throbbed right down to her nerves. He disoriented her almost deliberately. He played with her like the virgin she was.
She purposefully thought of her parents and was once again assured that sex was just not for her. Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Reid. Their disastrous effect on her life and sex and fidelity in particular would be the one thing that would ensure she won the game and saved her grandparents’ home. Her parents were good for something after all.
“So what you're saying is that I should choose a word to accept defeat?”
“Essentially, yes.”
“It won’t be necessary, but fine.” Her gaze caught onto a painting behind him of a country house in the meadows, with a bicycle leaning against a giant oak tree nearby. The framed picture had been in Ellis’ office from day one.
“Bicycle.” As soon as she uttered the word, she knew she should have thought of something better, something more acerbic, especially when her word choice made him grin at her again.
Well,bicycle, the most unlikely word to use in surrender in the history of surrender, would have to do. She had signed herself away to the devil himself and then had to talk herself out of hyperventilating in his office.
“In that case, shall we proceed?” From her periphery, Charles cleared his throat.
Okay, so her plan maybe backfired a little when he demanded she move into his house and sleep in his bed, and he got to do things to her, but there was no way on this planet the wordbicyclewould ever fall from her lips. For the next thirty days, she didn’t know that word, she didn’t understand it, and she would even forget how to spell it, let alone say it. It would be banished from her vocabulary until further notice.
“Good, good,” Charles perked. “Now, Kensley, if you could just answer these questions for us, we can get this show on the road.”
She scanned the questionnaire Charles had handed her and immediately whipped her head up to Hunter.
What the actual hell? It was never freaking ending. Her contract was simple. He had thirty days to wine and dine her out of her virginity. His counter demands were enough to leave her a throbbing wet mess until the day she died.
She couldn’t take another minute of this. She was at a 99% risk of combustion right there in his new office, the questionnaire was her tipping point.
Chapter Eight
Never had Kensley needed a cold shower more, but without one in sight, she had to sit in her wet panties courtesy of one bold and cocky billionaire.
“Would you prefer Charles leave the room?” Hunter questioned with a raised eyebrow and a challenging glint in his eye. Really? He’s giving her that option now? What about when he wanted to part her folds with the tip of his cock—?
Oh, he would love it if she asked Charles to leave. Well, the game had officially started. He needed to know she was no shy, wilting flower, even if she was a virgin, contrary to her prior responses.
“That won’t be necessary,” she said, raising her chin.
“All right then. Just tick the appropriate box, Kensley,” Charles offered as if she were going to do an innocent random survey, like on curtains or something.
“Problem, Ms. Reid?” Hunter’s green gaze mocked her.
“Not at all,” she murmured.
“Please rest assured that your answers won't change Hunter’s mind. It's more for... informational purposes.”
Informational purposes?
Had she ever been penetrated with anything other than a penis? Such as a vibrator, or household items:No.
