Page 16 of Dirty Husband
"No. I won't."
"Let's say you don't. For the sake of argument." She will. But no sense in debating now. "Then I won't touch you."
"You can't be with someone else," she says.
"You either."
"So we're just going to… not have sex."
"If that's what you want." I keep my voice firm. So it screamswe both know what you want.
"A lifetime without sex?"
"You have a counter?"
"Three months."
"For two million dollars?"
"One." She swallows hard. "Three months for a million dollars. And you pay for my father's treatment. Right now."
"Two years."
She shakes her head. "Three months."
"One year."
Her eyes meet mine. "And you pay his treatment right now?"
"You'll move into my apartment tomorrow."
Her eyes fill with surprise. "Tomorrow?"
"I'll have my team find you a dress. We'll arrange everything. Marry right away."
"I'm picking my own dress."
"Sure."
"You can pull strings to have it rush ordered. But I'm in charge of my look—"
"I'll arrange a personal stylist."
Her lips press together.
"To advise. You have final say."
"And the wedding itself?"
"You have something in mind?"
"My dad… I don't want him to know why. I want him to believe we—"
"Of course." Better for me. When people pretend, they start to believe it. "If you'll convince my colleagues."
Her eyes flare with surprise. It flashes over her face, the realization that I need this as much as she does. Still, she nods. "I'll have a lawyer look over the contract."
"There are a dozen lawyers in your office."
