Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,64

out together.” He knows exactly what to say. I think back to our conversation where he said that sex doesn’t always lead to orgasms. Heck, even if I only orgasmed every other time we had sex – gosh, make that every now and then – I’d be satisfied. I have this feeling though that if he so much as touched me, I would detonate like a bomb with a short fuse.

His eyes hold mine. “My suggestion would be, bath…wine…read the document. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He picks up the agreement and holds it out to me. It’s in a white envelope. It looks so innocent.

I take it, even though a part of me is ready to drop the thing and run.

“Don’t make any rash decisions until you’ve had a chance to go over it. Think about it. We can discuss every aspect of it. You may need a couple of days.”

“Okay…you’re sure I won’t lose my job if I turn this down?”

“You won’t lose your job, Miss Shaw, but when I want something…or someone, I don’t give up easily. You need to know that.”

“It’s just…I need this job. Sweet Things are killing it with their set up. There’s so much we need to change at Buns…” I’m talking too much. I force myself to close my mouth. “I literally don’t have a job to go back to.”

“You won’t lose your job. I promise. Scout’s honor.” He winks at me, and I want to laugh. I doubt very much that Bolt was ever a Boy Scout. He has a good memory, using my line back on me.

I must say, I believe him. “Do you always make people sign these?” I have to know.

“I don’t fuck around as much as you would think. It’s been…at least six or seven months since I slept with anyone.”

That shocks me. He told me as much without giving exact details, but I assumed a long time for Bolt was two or three months tops.

He folds his arms. “I always make someone sign a standard NDA. As I said, I don’t normally make these kinds of agreements with my staff and the paparazzi are hounding me relentlessly at the moment. We have a working relationship to consider. I would feel more comfortable if there was a specific agreement in place.” I get the feeling that there’s more to it, but I don’t push. His reasons make sense.

“I’ll take a look, but,” I push out a heavy breath, “I don’t know.” I’m looking down at the envelope in my hand. It’s fairly heavy.

“If you need to discuss that with anyone, you can do so with me or with your lawyer. He or she is oathbound to keep it confidential.”

Crud! I had planned on calling Candice over to discuss it. I was going to call her as soon as I got into my car. I could use a voice of reason right now. Then again, forget reason, I have a feeling Candice would urge me to go for it. I don’t have a lawyer, which means I’m on my own.

“The original NDA still stands, Miss Shaw. If you agree to this, no one can know…and I mean no one. It doesn’t matter how hard you come or how often you come. Who’s your best friend?”

“Candice.” I have to force my tongue to work. It feels like a piece of beef jerky right now because my mouth has gone dry.

“Candice doesn’t need to know that a butt plug has replaced her as your new best friend. Or that you joined the mile-high club. Or that I fucked you on a boardroom table ten minutes before a major meeting. That I made you sit through an entire lunch meeting without any panties.”

I clear my throat. Thank goodness I manage to hold back another coughing session. And talking about panties, mine are soaked through. I can feel it. “I thought things were going to stay professional. I didn’t think sex at work would be…acceptable.”

He laughs under his breath. “I said we can have fun and remain professional. Thing is, Miss Shaw, I can fuck you hard, and then run a meeting like nothing happened. I have a feeling you’ll manage just fine as well. It’s how you’re wired. It’s one of the many things I like about you. If you’re completely against it, then we meet after hours,” he shrugs. “If you’re uncomfortable with anything…we don’t do it. It’s as simple as that.”

I stand. “I’d better get going.” I clutch the envelope to