Page 67 of The Christmas Wife

She peers up at me through the screen. "The deal," she prompts. "What’s that all about?"

"He’s paying me a million pounds a day for my time."

"A million?" she splutters. "You sure?"

"Yeah, we shook on it."

"Hmph." She purses her lips, "He’s filthy rich. No doubt, he can afford it." Her forehead furrows, "And what does he want from you in return?"

"Uh, I’m going to have to housekeep for him, until we leave here."

She bursts out laughing. "You? Housekeeping?” Isla has been to my place.

“Shut up,” I say, before giggling along with her.

She snickers, "So, what does that mean?Housekeeping." She emphasizes the word, as if it has a hidden meaning.

My cheeks heat. "Well, uh..." I shift my body.Why can’t I get comfortable?"It means I have to do everything he wants."

"Ooh," she perks up, "you mean kinky games?"

"Sort of…" I look up at the ceiling before continuing, "except, I’m not supposed to sleep with him."

"Excuse me?"

I hurry to explain. "As long as I don’t have sex with him, I get the money."

She blinks rapidly. "That..." she frowns, "that makes no sense."

"Right?"Glad I’m not the only one who thinks so.

"I mean, shagging him would be almost as good as getting the money in your account.”

I squeeze the bridge of my nose, "This entire thing is gonna go tits-up on me."

"So, he’ll come through with the money. You’re confident of that, right?"

"Right."

"And all you have to do is get through the next few days... Break bread with his fam..."

"Yeah," I nod.

"So, what’s the problem?"

I stare at her.

"Oh." She tilts her head, "OHHHHH."

I turn down my lips, "Now you see?"

"You want to ride him horizontally?"

"Don’t be crude." I laugh.

"You want to fuck him, get it on with him, shag him until you can’t walk straight, until you’re enveloped in a sex haze…?"

"Gee thanks," I mutter. "Thanks for laying it all out there."

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