Olivia
"You've really thought this through," I said, disturbed by how methodical he was about the whole thing.
"I never enter a negotiation without a strategy." He moved closer still, his heat radiating against me. "Which brings me back to the non-negotiable aspect of our arrangement."
My mouth went dry. "The sex."
"Yes." His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "The sex."
"I'm not a prostitute, Mr. Carter."
"I never suggested you were. This would be a marriage in every sense of the word, including the physical aspects."
"Which you expect me to perform on demand?" I asked, hating the breathless quality of my voice.
His eyes darkened. "I expect mutual satisfaction. I'm very good at making sure my partners are... thoroughly pleased."
The way he said "thoroughly" sent a jolt of heat st
