“What do you mean?” She knew she looked as confused as she felt.
He continued, “we’ll start slow. One at a time. It’s only tonight. And then you can think about if you want. But the offer is good for only one more week.”
Wyatt cleared his throat. “Another week?”
Jason nodded. “Three weeks is generous of us, Kayla. Extremely generous.”
“How would I try it?” she questioned.
Wyatt put both feet on the floor and walked toward the door that led to his office.
“Have you ever opened this door?” he asked.
“No.” She had been scared what would happen if she had given in to her curiosity. As if she couldn’t control her desire to see him.
He smiled. “That’s too bad. I think you’ll like this room.”
It was as if she was under a spell. A kind of trance. She couldn’t help but rise from the seat and walk toward him.
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Kayla
Wyatt held the door open as she inched closer.
“I won’t bite,” he teased. “Unless you want me to.”
She felt the heat rush to her cheeks. “Very funny.”
As soon as she was over the threshold she realized the room was like a sitting room between her office and Wyatt’s. If she hadn’t been passing through she wouldn’t have considered it unusal. But upon closer inspection she realized there was a small bed at the end of the room. There was a TV, magazines, a wine fridge. It was the perfect escape from everything in the office.
She turned back to look at him. “It looks like a place I could steal a nap on these twelve-hour days.”
“Or something else.” He arched his eyebrows.
“Oh.”
Jason appeared next to him.
“Take off your clothes, Kayla,” he spoke gruffly.
She immediately covered her chest with her hands. “What?” She was wearing her favorite power suit. It was black.
“Take them off. We’ll turn off the light and then we’ll return one at a time. No talking. Understand?”
She nodded. She was slowly starting to understand what they had suggested.
“But how will I know who is who if there is no talking?”
Wyatt grinned. “That’s the point. You won’t.”
Jason’s hand landed on the light switch, casting them all in darkness. “Tonight is our interview, love. If you like it…we promise you even more.”
Before she could question what they were doing again, they closed the door and she was alone in the dark.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, trying to find her breath.
She shook as her fingers trembled with the buttons on her blouse. It was primal instinct to want to do this. There was no way she was going to let herself find a moral or ethical reason to back out of their offer. One night. That’s what Jason had said. She could interview them and think on it for the week.