Page 30 of The Plus One Contract

Her eyes are locked on mine now, determined. Scary. “You need a girlfriend. I need a date. Why didn’t we think of this before?”

I pause, letting that sink in. “Are you proposing a business arrangement?”

She lights up. “Yes! Exactly!”

I shake my head. Definitely not. “I was kidding.”

“I wasn’t,” she says, completely serious.

“This is insane. You’re insane.”

“But is it? Think about it. We both need something from this. It’s a win-win.”

What have I gotten myself into?

“Maybe you’re a serial killer,” I tell her.

She throws her head back and laughs. “How cool would that be?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, exhaling hard.

Her mischievous grin only grows.

Then, as if the idea suddenly dawns on her, she grabs a cocktail napkin and a pen from the flight attendant passing by. “Thank you.”

“What are you doing?” I ask, watching as she scribbles furiously.

“Making it official.”

I sigh. “Of course you are. I haven’t even agreed.”

She underlines something violently, then spins the napkin toward me.

Terms of the Agreement.

I glance down at her list.

Rule number one: No actual feelings.

Rule number two: No unnecessary PDA—unless required for deception purposes.

Rule number three: This deal ends after both events. No contact. No weird post-fake-dating emotions.

Rule number four: No falling in love.

I roll my eyes at her. “No danger there.”

“Don’t speak too soon. I’m an absolute delight.”

I arch a brow, and that’s when I see it—the final rule.

Rule number five: No more sex.

Sienna holds up a hand before I can say anything. “Just putting it out there and being honest, I get attached too easily.”

I stare at theno more sexclause like it’s personally offended me. Like it was designed to be a direct shot at my patience and control.

I glance at Sienna, watching as she props her elbow on the armrest, entirely at ease with the rule she’s just thrown down between us.

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