"Sounds tempting," she remarked sarcastically, and he raised an eyebrow at her.
"What's it about?" Inquiring about the terms of the contract, she stated.
"Like I said, you have a choice. You set the rules, I set the terms," he explained, and she nodded, already liking the idea of the contract. If she could set the rules, then freedom could be hers.
"Okay, when do we start?"
"Now."
After the entire ordeal, Damien led her to his study room, using the excuse of typing the contract on his computer, but he desired to touch her. It had been days, and he longed to feel her touch again.
"There are other rooms with computers," as if reminding him that she wasn't sure why they had to be here, she pointed out.
"Like my room?" Playfully, he said, winking at her, almost making her roll her eyes at him.
"When do we start?" She asked when he didn't make a move to operate his computer but kept gazing at her from the desk where he was sitting.
