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narrowed. “Not a chance.”
“So we have three months in close proximity,” Tristan said. “The idea of you with another man, with me unable to touch you but having to be with you …” He closed his eyes and pain whispered across his face. “Well, you saw last night how poorly I behaved when I thought you’d slept with Roger.”
The tiniest hint of pleasure slid through Prim that Tristan felt jealous of Roger, that she had that kind of power over Tristan and his moods. “What do you suggest?” Prim asked. “We have to work together and we haven’t assuaged these desires.”
“I suggest a limited partnership,” Tristan said. “An exclusive limited partnership for the remainder of your time with Metro. You and me, together, only with each other, until your contract is complete.”
Her heart beat fast in her chest. Exclusive partnership. Tristan wanted an exclusive partnership? The sex was enticing: Tristan, his body, his hands, the fact that this agreement was limited. The best sex she’d ever experienced for another eleven weeks. Wouldn’t she be finished with him by then? Tired of him? She couldn’t fall for Tristan. He was myopic, a bit selfish, and cocky—she couldn’t forget cocky. In eleven weeks she could find all kinds of things wrong with him. By then the heat of sex would have worn thin while the little annoyances that came about in any relationship—not that they were having a relationship —those little annoyances that one discovered with any lover would have grown into insurmountable obstacles.
“I see doubt in your eyes,” Tristan said.
“I don’t do exclusive. Or, well, I haven’t in a very long time.”
“When you were engaged?”
Prim’s heart hammered. She didn’t speak of that time in her life, right after she finished college and did a year at Oxford, but before she went to B-school in Boston. The event her mum had desperately wanted and the engagement that had made Prim feel as though her entire life was about to end. Prim’s chest tightened and the overwhelming sensation of being tied up and unable to move burst through her body.
“You looked me up,” Tristan said. “I had to look you up as well.” He stepped closer. His breath smelled of mint. His cock was hard beneath his thousand-dollar suit and pressed against her hip. “I could barely stand to leave you this morning,” he whispered. His lips were next to her ear. “I kept thinking about how I wanted to wake you, how I should wake you, how I will wake you tomorrow and for the next three months.”
Heat throbbed through her. He was offering her a way to solve all the problems this wild attraction caused. This agreement was temporary and solved several very big issues. She would remain with Metro Media during the transition as she’d promised Ryan, she would try to convince Tristan not to sell off Metro Media piece by piece, and once their passions were spent, there would be no worry that this arrangement would lead to any continuing desire.
“I think a limited partnership is exactly what we need,” Prim said, “but there are mandatory deal points.”
“Deal points?” Tristan’s eyebrow lifted. He fought to keep the smile from his face.
“One deal point is privacy,” Prim said. “An affair won’t damage your reputation within the business community, but it could damage mine.”
“Fair enough.”
“Number two: no restriction on behaviors. I can eat with who I want, see who I want, do what I want, with the exception of”—Prim focused her eyes on him with the word on her lips—“sex.” She tamped down her satisfaction when lust flickered in his eyes. “Neither of us will engage in any sexual behavior with another person during the three months.”
“Done.”
“And the nonrestriction?”
“If you mean last night, I’ve never behaved so poorly before.” His fingers brushed her hair back over her shoulder. “I did apologize and I’m still sorry. I will trust you and your
“So we have three months in close proximity,” Tristan said. “The idea of you with another man, with me unable to touch you but having to be with you …” He closed his eyes and pain whispered across his face. “Well, you saw last night how poorly I behaved when I thought you’d slept with Roger.”
The tiniest hint of pleasure slid through Prim that Tristan felt jealous of Roger, that she had that kind of power over Tristan and his moods. “What do you suggest?” Prim asked. “We have to work together and we haven’t assuaged these desires.”
“I suggest a limited partnership,” Tristan said. “An exclusive limited partnership for the remainder of your time with Metro. You and me, together, only with each other, until your contract is complete.”
Her heart beat fast in her chest. Exclusive partnership. Tristan wanted an exclusive partnership? The sex was enticing: Tristan, his body, his hands, the fact that this agreement was limited. The best sex she’d ever experienced for another eleven weeks. Wouldn’t she be finished with him by then? Tired of him? She couldn’t fall for Tristan. He was myopic, a bit selfish, and cocky—she couldn’t forget cocky. In eleven weeks she could find all kinds of things wrong with him. By then the heat of sex would have worn thin while the little annoyances that came about in any relationship—not that they were having a relationship —those little annoyances that one discovered with any lover would have grown into insurmountable obstacles.
“I see doubt in your eyes,” Tristan said.
“I don’t do exclusive. Or, well, I haven’t in a very long time.”
“When you were engaged?”
Prim’s heart hammered. She didn’t speak of that time in her life, right after she finished college and did a year at Oxford, but before she went to B-school in Boston. The event her mum had desperately wanted and the engagement that had made Prim feel as though her entire life was about to end. Prim’s chest tightened and the overwhelming sensation of being tied up and unable to move burst through her body.
“You looked me up,” Tristan said. “I had to look you up as well.” He stepped closer. His breath smelled of mint. His cock was hard beneath his thousand-dollar suit and pressed against her hip. “I could barely stand to leave you this morning,” he whispered. His lips were next to her ear. “I kept thinking about how I wanted to wake you, how I should wake you, how I will wake you tomorrow and for the next three months.”
Heat throbbed through her. He was offering her a way to solve all the problems this wild attraction caused. This agreement was temporary and solved several very big issues. She would remain with Metro Media during the transition as she’d promised Ryan, she would try to convince Tristan not to sell off Metro Media piece by piece, and once their passions were spent, there would be no worry that this arrangement would lead to any continuing desire.
“I think a limited partnership is exactly what we need,” Prim said, “but there are mandatory deal points.”
“Deal points?” Tristan’s eyebrow lifted. He fought to keep the smile from his face.
“One deal point is privacy,” Prim said. “An affair won’t damage your reputation within the business community, but it could damage mine.”
“Fair enough.”
“Number two: no restriction on behaviors. I can eat with who I want, see who I want, do what I want, with the exception of”—Prim focused her eyes on him with the word on her lips—“sex.” She tamped down her satisfaction when lust flickered in his eyes. “Neither of us will engage in any sexual behavior with another person during the three months.”
“Done.”
“And the nonrestriction?”
“If you mean last night, I’ve never behaved so poorly before.” His fingers brushed her hair back over her shoulder. “I did apologize and I’m still sorry. I will trust you and your
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