Page 11 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

Chapter Four

The next few days I tried hard to forget Kristoff Baldwin and the entire interview; although, the whole incident kept playing over and over in my head. The afternoon after my interview with him, I had a hard time keeping my focus on the girls. His words were hunting me.What the hell did he mean when he said the stipulation of the second contract?

When everyone finally went to bed, I went to my computer to open the other contract I never got around to. I could hardly believe it. The second contract was addressing theotherduties of the job. What kind of damn job description is that?

Mr. Baldwin was referenced in this one, and my name as well. He was looking for an executive assistant… who would do his admin duties and have sex with him when his mood strikes without any emotional attachments.What the fuck!

The document outlined preferred sexual methods, oral sex and anal sex. I shook my head in disbelief. Hell to the no! Who does this? Kristoff Baldwin, that’s who! There was a clause on birth control requirements.

“Well that won’t be necessary,”I mumbled. “No more kids for me.”

I continued to read over the contract. It laid out everything from my required dress code to my right to ask him to stop before any sexual acts and my right to refuse him, which was limited to five times a month.

“Gees, how considerate! How many times did that man want to have sex that I’d be allowed to refuse him five times a month,” I mumbled to myself and shook my head at the thought. While my head found this contract completely offensive, my body disagreed. I felt tingling between my thighs as the memory of my second interview replayed in the back of my mind. I cursed my body’s response.

The contract continued to indicate that Miss Genevieve Rose, newsflash me, is never to be harmed, bound, gagged, or given to and/or shared with another man.

Well, that is nice of him.I guess I should be grateful he is not into that kind of stuff.

It made me wonder though how great sex would be with this man. If those few minutes with him were any indication, sex would be hot. I clenched my thighs as I remembered his hands on me. He handled me like a pro, and I liked it. I’d never admit it but those were the hottest few minutes of my life. In the back of my mind, I stored the images of Kristoff Baldwin for my lonely nights with my vibrator.

I started to wonder who was crazier. Me, because I was reading this document fantasizing about him fucking me, or this guy for having something like this going on. After reading the entire document, I deleted both contracts, and the email permanently.

The guy might be hot and intense, but obviously he was crazy. And that craziness was contagious, because I was starting to act crazy too.

Thank God, I found one unattractive quality!I thought to myself while getting ready for bed. My body no longer wanted to jump his bones.Liar!

“Oh, shut up,” I murmured to myself.

Great, now I was even talking to myself. I was officially on my way to losing my sanity.

Two days later, I met with Betty again. It was late morning and we both still had a while before we had to go get our kids. It was our normal meeting site at Starbucks. I was wearing my signature jeans and chucks, while Betty was her usual self, all dolled up. The only similarity we currently had was that both of us had our hair in a high ponytail, my dark brown hair slightly longer than her blonde hair. We chatted about our kids, and I felt relieved that the whole thing with Kristoff Baldwin was behind me. Those few minutes were the hottest of my whole sexual life, but I never wanted to remember it again. If it was up to me, we’d never talk about it again but Betty just couldn’t drop the subject.

“I still can’t believe you rejected him, Gemma,” Betty repeated for the hundredth time.

“And I can’t believe you wouldn’t have explicitly told me that’s what he was looking for in his executive assistant,” I said accusingly. “I thought we were friends!”

“Gemma, don’t be such a proper little miss! You have to get a bit wild! It would have been good for you.”

“There is nothing good about this. And it has nothing to do with being wild. It is reckless! It is basically fancy prostitution!”

“You are just too uptight,” she said nonchalantly, like we were discussing the weather. “You should have let him take control and enjoy the great sex that came with it. At least you would have gotten laid.”

I blushed profusely at her words, and for the millionth time in my life, I wondered how we were best friends. There were times when she was so damn crude and blunt.

“Betty,” I warned her.

“I am sorry,” she apologized right away. “I just want you to give yourself a chance and get out there. I know you are gun shy because of Jack, but you can’t let him hold you back. You deserve to be happy and have a good man,” her voice was almost pleading, and then quickly added, “...who also happens to be hot and rich like Kristoff.”

“Betty, that would be sex for pay. There is no way this was meant to be enjoyable for anyone but for him.” Even as the words came out of my month, I wasn’t quite convinced. Those few minutes with him were proof that it would be extremely enjoyable for me. “I am not comfortable with such an arrangement. And if you are so keen on it, why don’t you apply?”

“Trust me, Genevieve,” Betty claimed with a chuckle. “I totally would. But I have this little obstacle of a husband. But you are a widow and single. And the rumor is that he is so good at it. And the pay would have been good, right?”

“Yes,” I said wistfully. “The pay is great.”

“Maybe you should call him,” Betty was pushing. “And say you’d like another try.”

“Trust me,” I said to her. “It was for the best. I am not capable of sex only. I am not even that great at it so it would have ended fast. He’d be bored of me quickly, and then I would have felt even worse… used.”

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