Page 347 of The Christmas Wife

"An NDA?"

"A non-disclosure-agreement." His tone carries a touch of boredom, which rubs me the wrong way.

"I know what an NDA is."

"But you didn’t read it before you signed it."

"Of course, I did."

He slowly turns his face in my direction. "Are you lying, Ms. Young?"

"Of course, not."

He reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulls out a sheaf of papers. "I suggest you read it properly before we leave."

I shoot him a curious look, then take the papers from him. He flips on the interior light, and I take in the letters on the sheets. He’s helpfully highlighted some of the passages, and when I read them—for the first time, I admit—my jaw drops.

"D-d-does…it say a-anal?"

"Not only."

I race my gaze across the page.Ball gag, fellatio, edging, whipping, choking,dominant, submissive."Double penetration?" I squeak.

"Could be with two dicks or with one real dick and a vibrator."

"Vibrator.” I swallow around the word.

"Surely, you’ve used one before, Ms. Young?"

"Of course." I lie around the ball of nervousness in my throat. "What does this have to do with me?"

"It has everything to do with you." He takes the sheets from my nerveless fingers and turning, slides them onto the back seat.

"I… I am your assistant."

"And the only other person who has so much access to me."

"O-k-a-y?"

"Other than Tiny, of course."

"Of course. Speaking of, where is he?"

"He gets seasick," he declares.

I blink slowly, "Tiny, your Great Dane, gets sea-sick?"

"I’m dog-sitting him. Also, the mutt can down a bottle of expensive champagne without any problem, but get him on aboat, and he begins to puke. So, I had to leave Tiny home today. Which works in your favor. It means we’ll only spend half the night on the ship."

"The ship?"

He nods toward the windshield. I look through it to the lights I noticed in the distance, but which I now realizeisa ship.

"You don’t get seasick, I assume, Ms. Young?"

I shake my head.

"Ever been on a boat?"

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