Billionaire's Second Chance

“No, let me finish,” I stopped her. “There is no question that I want your body and hope that you will willingly give that to me at some point. But I am not offering to buy your body. Even I am not that much of a scumbag, despite this reputation I seem to have accumulated around here. I don’t need to buy your body when there is plenty of ass that I could get with the snap of my fingers.”

“Then what are you offering?” She looked utterly confused.

“I am offering to buy your time.”

“What?” She looked like I had just said that I was flying out to Mars tomorrow.

I moved the rose to the side and handed her a copy of the document I had drafted.

“This is my offer: I will pay off your mother’s hospital bills in six installments, one for every month you spend dating me.”

Her mouth was open. “What do you mean dating you?”

“What the hell do you think it means? A guy and a girl dress up and go places together. Dinners, movies, parties, whatever they like. At the end of the night, there is usually some kissing and something more.”

She rolled her eyes. Damn. She was ballsy with her own boss. “Thanks for the pop culture lesson, but I am aware of how dating works. I may have even experienced it in practice here and there.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her acting feisty.

“Then does that sound like something you’re interested in?” Things were starting to look positive on that front.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

What? Fuck no. Why would there be a legal document in your hand if that was what I was asking? I thought she was smarter than that.

“Not exactly,” I said with caution. My next words would make or break the deal. “I am asking you to go on dates with me whenever I ask and spend time with me on my schedule for the next six months. You know what I wish to accomplish in that time, but that is not a requirement in this deal. If at no point in those six months you feel like you want to sleep with me, then hey, I tried, and we part ways. If you do, then I get what I wanted. In either case you get what you need, which is money to pay for your mother’s surgery. It’s a win-win for you any way you look at it, but quite the risk for me because there is no guarantee that I will get what I want. A risk I am willing to take.”

I also needed a date for upcoming events I had to attend to keep the businessmen’s wives occupied while I tried to secure important deals. She didn’t need to know that. She looked at me and the document back and forth a few times, her mouth agape. She finally burst out laughing.

“You’re joking. Is it April 1?” She looked behind her as though expecting to find an answer there. “Are there cameras around here? I’m being pranked.”

“No, you’re being fucking ridiculous,” I said, slamming my fist on the desk.

“But- but this is too damn easy to be true! You’re saying you will pay 60,000 dollars for me to get pretty and go out on dates with you, with no obligation for me to provide any sexual favors.” She scanned the documents again. “I mean, there has to be a loophole somewhere. Some clause where it says I have to let you tie me up in a dungeon and-”

“Seriously, Aria, a little respect would be nice. You have already made it clear what you think of me, and you’re not that far off, but there is no need to constantly stab me with your scathing opinions. I’m still your boss.”

“I’ll have to have my lawyer take a look at this,” she said laughing. I was not amused. “See, that’s funny, because I don’t have a lawyer. Us regular people in regular people land don’t have lawyers or butlers or-”

“Do you want me to hire you a counsel before you sign anything?”

She rolled her eyes. “Humor, Mr. Sinclair.”

“Zayden. There is a clause in there about calling me that,” I said, pointing to the contract.

Her laughs got hysterical. “There is a clause? So what, if I don’t call you by your first name you take money off my contract?”

I furrowed my brows. “I wouldn’t do that. But I’d like it if you called me

Zayden.”

“Only if you add a clause that says you need to work on your sense of humor.”

“Yeah, we can make that work.” Her eyes were twinkling. “Oh. You are being facetious. Very meta.”

I laughed, and then I realized that she was agreeing to the contract.

“So you are accepting!” A kind of excitement I hadn’t experienced in a long time started to bubble up.