“I put in two months, although it seems kind of short, but I figure we can just renegotiate at the end of eight weeks.”
Tara blinked, keeping her face down so he didn’t see her dismay. She knew what she was getting into. This wasn’t a relationship. Not a normal one, anyway, with flowers and dates. This was about sex.
Well, sex and submission.
Was it enough? Hell no. But it was all she could get and sad as it was, she was going to take it.
“Th-that’s okay.” She forced herself to read the contract. One sentence stood out.
Each party promises not to fall in love with the other person.
It was kind of arrogant of him to assume she would fall in love with him. Then again, she already cared about him more than she probably should. At the end was the checklist for her to indicate her hard and soft limits.
“Have you got a pen?”
He handed her one with a smile. She managed to smile weakly back. Trying to steady her shaking hand, she went through the list. Then she signed at the bottom and handed it back to him.
“Is there anything you want to add?” he asked.
“Umm, I don’t think so.”
“Have you ever signed a contract like this before?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
A look of satisfaction crossed his face. “Well, the contract is to ensure that we both know where we stand. I want to give you what you need, Tara, but I’m not a mind reader. You need to tell me if there’s something I’m not giving you.”
How about a relationship that doesn’t start off with a piece of paper?
But she didn’t say that, instead she smiled and nodded. It felt like she did that a lot lately.
Alex signed the contract then placed it onto the coffee table.
“Now, it’s time to celebrate.” He drew her into his embrace, taking her mouth in a deep kiss.
She should really tell him about her apartment being broken into. He squeezed her ass, making her legs melt.
Yeah, she’d tell him in the morning. Wasn’t like there was anything either of them could do about it right now.
Alex swung her up into his arms.
“You’ve got to stop doing that!” she said as she grasped hold of his shoulders.
“Why?”
“Because you’ll hurt your back.”
He looked down at her in disbelief. “You’re kidding right? Honey, a man sweeps you into your arms, the last thing you want to do is suggest he’s not strong enough to hold you.”
“Oh, I wasn’t, I…”
He grinned down at her and she whacked him on the arm before he threw her onto the bed.
“Rat,” she told him.
“That’s Sir Rat to you,” he replied with a wicked grin. “Strip.”
Tara scooted over to the edge of the bed then quickly stripped while Alex watched.