Page 50 of How to Prevent a Fumble

Conveniently timed walks.

And although we must lookvery much in lovein public, that doesn’t carry over into our personal lives.

Well, for the sake of this business deal.

“Although it is none of our business what individuals do in their own time, for the sake of this relationship and what itis intended to do, intimacy in private is not required. We just want to make that clear.”

I nod, stuffing my hands between my thighs as I look down, unsure what to say.

“Great. Are you okay with signing an indefinite NDA?”

I nod again.

“Fantastic. Okay, We just need a little more information to conduct a background check and we’ll get everything signed, okay?”

“Yeah, thanks,” I tell her. Sitting back, I puff out my cheeks before draping my arms over the seat.

What am I getting myself into?

Leo is silent the entire way out of the office, but speeds up when we get to his car, opening my door for me.

Manually this time.

I place my hand to my chest. “Oh wow, what did I do to deserve this type of treatment?”

He rolls his eyes. “Get in, Sunny.”

Crawling into the ginormous leather seat, I grab for the seatbelt, but when I pull it, it doesn’t budge.

“What the hell?” I mumble, pulling it over and over again. Nothing happens.

“What?” Leo asks as he climbs in, the engine roaring to life.

“What’s the point of having an overly expensive car if you can’t even buckle yourself in?”

Leo chuckles before leaning over, his hand grabbing for the seatbelt, and while I feel a suspicious throbbing feeling down south at the movement, I smack his arm away. Hard.

“What are you doing?” I ask, sitting back to look at him.

“Uhh,” he says, scratching the back of his head. “I was going to help you get it unstuck.”

“You can do that without getting all up in my space, Leo,” I hiss with an eye roll.

But that’s not the issue I’m having.

The issue I’m having is that the action is so incredibly hot, that I’m not sure I can keep Leo firmly in myAbsolutely Notfile in my head.

It’s a list of all the men that I will absolutely not fantasize about.

At the very top of the list is Willem Dafoe. I don’t really know why he even has to be on the list to be honest, but I caught myself thinking some weird things late one night when my friends got me high and the next morning he was filed away on myAbsolutely Notlist.

Right next to him is Henry Cavill. I stand by that decision, and that’s all I’ll say about it.

But under him? Leo Warner.

Fucking. Leo. Warner.

I’m not a stupid woman. I know I’m treading in dangerous waters.

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