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My trembling hand grows surprisingly steady the closer I get to the dotted line.
I touch the pen to the paper. A single black dot.
Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore.
Then I sign.
When I look up, his eyes aren’t trained on the contract like I expect. He’s staring right at me, his green eyes unfathomable.
I feel like someone sculpted me out of Jell-O. “Now what?”
“Now,” he growls, “you take off your clothes and I fuck a baby into you.”
Welp.
The rankings have been adjusted.
Thatis the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard.
6
LAILA
My first instinct is to cower against my seat and figure out how to buy myself more time. But the look in Arsen’s eyes says he’s been generous enough already. “More time” isn’t something he’s inclined to give.
He crooks a finger at me without saying a word. Like he’s pulling on my puppet strings, I rise. The muscles in my legs tremble, the butterflies in my stomach are butterflying, and heinous things are happening between my thighs.
But Arsen’s crooked finger says,Stand up.
So I obey.
“We’re doing this… here?” His office is nice, free of the moldy water stains and tap-dancing upstairs neighbors I’m used to at home, but it’s not exactly romantic. I’m tempted to ask if he has a candle.
Or maybe a tranquilizer.
I mean, I’ve already consented; do I really have torememberit, too?
“My office is where I conduct all of my business.” He undoes his top button, giving me my first peek of what I’m sure is a marvelously sculpted chest. “And this is business.”
“Right.” I tug at the silk tie of my blouse. If he’s getting undressed, I should get undressed, too, I think? Like he said, this is business. Just your standard, run-of-the-mill sex-for-business-purposes.
Nothing to be nervous about here.
Just business.
Arsen catches my hand before I can pull the silk free and brushes my fingers aside. “Let me.”
“I can do it,” I squeak. “There are a lot of snaps and zippers. It’s complicated. It’ll be faster if I?—”
“I don’t need it to be fast.” He tugs on the tie and flicks open the first few buttons with practiced ease. His green eyes watch my shirt spill open like he’s actually transfixed. “I need this to work. And besides—I like doing the undressing.”
I’m not sure what he means until his eyes flick down to his own body… to the bulge pressing against the front of his tailored pants.
Oh.
My face is on fire as I bite my lower lip and cast my gaze to the ceiling. This may be a business transaction, but his erection ishisbusiness.
Soon enough, it’ll be inmybusiness, but I don’t need to gawk.
