I surprise myself with my wicked grin, then, as I look down at him. Because this, at least – this cat and mouse game? It’s familiar ground. And really, I do know, after last night, that Kent isn’t going to enforce that contract if I don’t want him to. He wants me to want it.
And, if I’m honest? After a day to think about it, and looking at him right now, staring up at me with his muscular arms crossed, his diamond-cut jaw clenched, all power, and all at my command?
I still do.
I want it.
Just…on my terms, like Janeen said.
“We have a contract, Kent,” I say, my smile growing as I lean over the banister to get a better look at him. “But that contract had no specific timeline. So, I guess…” I shrug. “We’ll just have to see.”
Then, without a look back, I jog the rest of the way up the stairs.
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At around eight o’clock, a knock comes at my door, making my stomach plummet almost to my feet. I hesitate, knowing it could be one of only a few things. I’d pushed Kent this afternoon – so it could be him, ready to push me back – but…
I take a deep breath in through my nose and steel myself, moving towards the door. It’s better to know, I think, than to sit on my bed for fifteen minutes speculating about it. Which is something I know I am perfectly capable of doing. But…I’ve got to be brave.
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