Page 9 of Kiss Me, Mr. Bridge

This agreement is going to change all of that. I’ll never have to forgo lunch or dinner again.

And I know I shouldn’t want this. I certainly shouldn’t want him.

He’s my best friend, Amelia’s father, for Christ’s sake. My dad’s golf buddy. He's also too old, too controlling,too...everything. But he’s not my forever and in four weeks I can change my life.

I can save for an apartment of my own. Travel the world when I want to. I can even change jobs, maybe take the leap and move to New York or London.

The world is my oyster.

Just four weeks stand in the way of me breaking free.

The elevator doors open and there he stands, devastatingly handsome in his charcoal suit. He reaches out his hand, his warm fingers wrapping around mine.

“You look beautiful.” His voice slides over my skin like silk, and there’s a warm feeling in my belly that feels foreign. Like butterflies.Strange.

My thighs press together of their own accord as his eyes rake over me.

“You look very handsome, too.”

He smiles before he turns and leads me down a hallway, away from the thrum of bass coming from deep in the club—his sex club.

I blow out a breath as I think about that.

This man has seen and experienced so much, maybe he’ll decide in ten minutes flat that I’m not quite what he thought I would be.

What does he think?

He leads me into a room with navy walls, but it’s bathed in a soft, intimate light.

“Take a seat.” As he rifles through a folder, I turn and walk to the leather couch.

He slides a document across the coffee table in front of me. “You know the process.”

Of course he doesn’t trust me.

But I’m a lawyer and I should’ve expected the NDA.

My eyes catch on handwritten additions in the margins as I read line by line.

“I’m not into BDSM.” The words tumble out before I can stop them, but I can’t sign if it’s a deal-breaker.

“I’m not heavily into either, but are you into experimenting? Finding out exactly what you do like?”

I chew on my lip before I pick up the pen and sign.

He smiles, but he covers it by tracing his thumb across his bottom lip.

“You must get offers all the time,” I say, gesturing toward the club beyond.

His gaze burns into mine. “Of which I turn down.”

We lock eyes. “And you’re wondering why I’ve offered you this deal when I can get what I want for free?”

I nod.

“Because I can afford it.”

“That’s not the reason you chose me.”

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