Page 69 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

“Please read it,” he says.

“You should dry yourself,” I say. “You’ll catch a cold.”

My professor smiles at that.

“I like your concern for me,” he whispers. “It’s sweet, but unnecessary. I don’t care about being wet.”

“I’m anything but sweet,” I reply. “I’m just being realistic. You’ll seriously catch a cold. Go and be sensible and dry yourself.”

“That sounds awfully like a student telling a teacher what to do,” he says.

I raise an eyebrow. “Maybe it does.”

“I’ll be back,” he replies before heading to the restroom.

I take a seat at the table and look at the paper that Spencer was indicating toward. It takes me a moment to fully understand what it is...

A non-disclosure agreement.

I need to read it again to come to terms with it.

No way.

The document is something so...lawyerly. I’ve never seen one of these outside a courtroom TV show. The wording is so legal and formal.

And scary.

It doesn’t want me talking to anyone about him. About us. About what we might do behind closed, private doors.

Does he not trust me? Is he really that worried about his privacy that he’s going to make me sign some legal form?

The professor joins me. He’s stripped off half of his suit in the restroom. His torso is showing. It’s the first time I’ve seen him half-naked.

My concerns about the NDA evaporate instantly as I see him on full display. I’ve only had to imagine what’s under his parade of expensive suits until now...

“What is this?” I eventually ask him, stammering, as I hold up the piece of legalese.

The professor sighs. “It’s a necessary evil.”

“What?”

“I know you know who I am, and who my family is, so I hope you can understand,” he replies. “I’m in a very unique position, and I need to protect myself with all the legal tools at my command.”

I glance down at the agreement.

“This swears me to silence,” I mutter.

“I know,” he says. “And I apologize for that, and for its bluntness. But I do hope you understand.”

I read the thing again. It’s very clear that any relationship I enter into with Spencer Penmayne iscasual. Whatever the hell that means. According to the document, I cannot legally get attached to him in any way and cannot claim any monetary award or compensation from him or his family estate, even after the termination of the relationship. It also reads that any information I gleam from the professor about his family or his past I must keep secret. It doesn’t necessarily say whatmighthappen if I were to open my mouth, but I know a threat when it’s presented to me. I know I will be sued by this family of billionaires until the ends of the earth if I dare break even one iota of this agreement.

Or I might even end up floating face-down in a river somewhere...

“Do you make every girl you might potentially sleep with sign this?” I ask him in an accusatorial tone.

He doesn’t answer. His face is stony.

Well, this is one scenario I didn’t expect was waiting for me when I was having that lovely shower.

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