Page 13 of Wicked Arrangement

“Oh…” I start, confused, “I mean, yeah, you said you felt like you owed me but… this is too much.” Immediately, I curse myself for saying that, what am I gonna do if he says, oh yeah, you’re right, pay up now.

“My life is worth much more to me than the money I have given to you,” he states seriously.

“Right, I mean of course. But still, I can’t just accept this without paying you back somehow,” I argue. “I’m sorry if I seem ungrateful, please know that I’m so very grateful for your help. But I’m not the kind of person who accepts charity or wants pity money. My grandmother raised me to work hard and earn my keep, there’s no such thing as a free meal. I have to settle my debts and deal with my problems myself, can you understand that?” I implore, finally meeting his intense gaze.

A small smile appears on his handsome face, and he strokes his stubbled chin thoughtfully. “Yes, I can understand that perfectly. I just so happen to feel the same way. It seems your grandmother raised you well.”

I soften at this returning his smile with a grin of my own, “Yes, she did, she is an incredible woman.”

He opens his mouth as though about to say something else, but then a small frown appears on his brow, and he hesitates before clearing his throat. I get the impression that what he asks next isn’t what he’d been about to say. “So, Kim. How do you propose to pay me back? I know you’re not financially able to do so.”

“How did you…?” I ask, my voice trailing off. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize I’m broke, I wouldn’t have asked for help if that wasn’t the case. But something in his tone implies he knows more than what his words state.

“You don’t think I would give a considerable amount of money away without doing some research into the recipient, do you?” he says reasonably, but again his tone makes me wonder exactly how much digging he’s done into my life.

“Right, yes of course. Umm, well, I don’t know. I could work for you. Doing umm… filing or something?” I ask, clutching at straws. I don’t even know what his business is, but no doubt he has plenty of employees and little need for a low-level unskilled employee.

Again, that small half-smile appears on his face. “That would be an awful lot of filing, unfortunately for you, the business world is mostly digital now.”

I bite my lip nervously. I have no idea how to pay him back. I was hoping he would tell me how. “Cleaning?” I venture.

“I have a team of cleaners. I do have a suggestion if you are adamant that you will not accept the money as a gift,”he says, leaning forward and clasping his hands together as he studies my face.

“I won’t accept it without paying you back in some way,” I insist stubbornly.

“Well then, in that case. Stay with me, keep me company, entertain me for a while,” he suggests, his eyes glinting in a way that makes it clear the kind of entertainment he’d like from me.

My first reaction is one of horror, I’ve never for a moment considered selling my body, no matter how desperate for money I am. But the suggestion of spending time in this beautiful house in the company of this insanely hot man isn’t a terrible one. I can’t deny that I find him attractive. That I’d happily jump into bed with him, money or no money. I think of my Gran, of the money he’s already spent on helping me, and the fact that I don’t have much in terms of future prospects for her care.

“I’m not that kind of girl,” I reply hesitantly, unwilling to give up on my morals so quickly.

“I know that. You wouldn’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I promise. I will never touch you without your permission or ask you to do anything you don’t want to do,” he promises, his voice surprisingly soft. I believe him.

“Why?” I ask, unable to stop myself from saying what I’m thinking. “Why would you want to spend time with someone like me?” I gesture to myself, pointing out the obvious differences between his station and mine. He could no doubt have any woman he wants, why would he want me?

“You intrigue me,” he replies earnestly with a shrug.

“How long would you want me to stay?” I ask, worried he’s going to expect months of my time for such a huge sum of money.

“Two weeks, I assume this would not be too long to become disrupted to your normal life,” he reasons.

He’s right. I could probably get vacation and cover at work for that long, especially if I explain about Gran. However, I will need to make sure she’s taken care of when I’m here. I decide to throw caution to the wind.

“Okay, I’ll do it. When should I come back?”

“I meant for you to stay from now,” he states.

“I can’t just drop everything and stay here, I have to let my work know, I have to sort out care for my grandmother, and I don’t have anything with me, no clothes, toiletries, nothing…” I reply, surprised that he’d even think I could drop everything just like that. Is he so rich that he’s lost touch with how normal people live and their responsibilities?

“I will take care of all of that,” he says as though it’s a simple task.

“How?” I ask disbelievingly.

“Just trust me, it will not be hard for me to sort. Your job will be safe, your grandmother well cared for. I will send her to the best in-patient care facility in the city to recover once she is discharged. You can visit her whenever you wish.”

He seems genuine and I find myself believing him. “Alright then,” I say, with a firm nod, standing up and holding my hand out for him to shake.

He smiles, a small genuine one that shows his perfect teeth. He also gets up, closing the space between us, and reaches out to take my hand in his strong, firm grip. His touch sends a jolt of electricity through my body. He leans forward, bringing my hand to his lips and pressing them gently against it, his dark, brooding eyes meet mine as he looks up at me while he does so. It’s such an innocuous gesture, chaste even, yet it makes me suddenly feel unbearably horny for him. I picture those eyes looking up at me from between my legs and my mind wanders as I contemplate what it would be like to fuck him right here and now.

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