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Any form of vegetable, for example, carrots or cucumbers?Heck no.
Next question: Any piercings, particularly on the clitoris and nipples?Ouch, but no.
Tattoos of any kind? She wished she could stand the pain, sono.
Participation in sports or activities such as horseback riding, gymnastics, or biking? She could barely make herself go to the gym even though she religiously paid her membership fee, sono.
Any injuries or operations sustained to the vagina?No.
Problems with orgasming?Hmm...
Truthfully, she didn’t need them much. After all, she was the original Ice-Maiden. Orgasms were like her kryptonite. She worried she would turn into her sex-crazed parents if she were given half the chance and hump everything in sight the way they did. Thanks again, Mom and Dad. Of course, Hunter didn't need to know all that. All he needed to know was that she could orgasm like a pro, but just not for him, so she ticked the “no” box; no problems orgasming at all.
She couldn't believe she was doing this. Red as a beetroot, answering intimate details about herself for a billionaire while his lawyer sat present as well. It was by far the most far-fetched thing she had done, past and future.
“Is that all you wanted to know about me?” She dared a glance at him.
“For now.”
“Right. These are Hunter’s medical reports for you to look over,” Charles tapped a folder on the table. She didn’t bother looking at them. She didn’t need to.
“I’m good,” she said. Despite the entire bizarreness of the situation, she somehow trusted him to tell her the truth. Which was a stupid thing to feel about someone she’d only just met. Alsohello. The man had offered to buy her virginity, she really should be asking where he bought his moral compass from because it was a little faulty. But this whole deal would benefit her, so she let his colorful morals slide.
“Excellent. Any other questions?” Charles asked as he started to gather up his paperwork.
“I have a question. When am I expected to move in?”
“Tomorrow,” Hunter said.
She quickly covered up the weird sound she made with a cheerful, “Tomorrow it is then,” she said before she looked down at the folder on her lap and remembered how Marcy had nagged her to ask him a variety of questions. In the end, Kensley relented but told her to choose just one question. And since—if everything went according to plan, which it would because of who she was—she was never going to see his... ahem, “member,” Marcy had to know.
“One more question, please.” She took a deep breath. “Not that it matters, but just so I know more or less what I'm dealing with... would you say you're less than... seven inches... or more?”Damn you, Marcy.
The tip of his tongue swept over his lower lip. She curled her fingers into her palms to stop herself from beating the flagrant blush out of her cheeks.
“More.”
“I see.”
Graphic, unwanted images stormed her mind of what it would actually feel like to have him inside her. She had never in all her life had a thought like that, not even with Hugh. She had to get out of there immediately.
“Now, we just need your signatures.” Charles handed her a pen. She tried to contain the tremble in her hand, but her signature gave her away. Hunter signed it next.
There was no going back now.
“Gentleman,” she said, rising and heading straight for the door.
“Ms. Reid?”
Oh, no, oh, no.
She wanted so desperately to flee. She could no longer keep it together.
“Yes?” she said, as she turned around.
“Signing the contract means I own every other part of you for the duration of the month.”
Yup, she needed to leave. A mega-panic attack complete with graceless hyperventilation and ugly whining was ready to take off.
