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Bryson Harris and Ms. Kennedy Wilson may be deemed grounds for immediate termination unless specified beforehand.
    I read it a few times over to make sure I didn’t miss the, “Just kidding” . But sure enough, that was nowhere to be found.
    What kind of cocky son-of-a-bitch would even think about putting something like that in an employee contract?
    Only someone like Bryson who could handpick his women - employees included - to meet his every need. Considering he was a NBA champion, Rookie of the Year, GQ cover kind of guy, I really shouldn’t have been surprised. I guess it was just the fact that my name was actually listed in print like I would even think about doing such a thing that bothered me.
    Not that Bryson couldn’t get it under other circumstances.
    He definitely, definitely could.
    That beard, those mystical eyes, the tattoos…
    I bit my bottom lip a little harder to wake me from the daydream.
    This was my job, my first opportunity to prove myself, and I refused to risk it all before it could even begin.
    As if he could sense my frustration through the wavelengths of the earth, I received a text.
    Did you get your contract? -B$
    BS is right…
    I climbed out of bed, trying not to wake Landon as I headed to the living room to reply.
    Kennedy: I did.
    Any questions? -B$
    In all honesty, nothing had stood out besides that one little thing. In fact, Bryson had set terms that were better than I could’ve imagined. I thought about just saying no and pretending like I hadn’t even seen the part that was lingering in my head. But that would’ve been me punking out as always, so I replied with my true thoughts.
    Kennedy: Umm… what’s up with this whole consensual sex thing? Isn’t that unethical?
    I waited a few long, anxious moments before multiple texts came through.
    No. Unethical is trying to sue for doing something we both enjoyed… thoroughly. -B$
    It’s just a protection, that’s all. -B$
    No pun intended. ;) -B$
    Crap.
    Why had I even said anything?
    After the night before, I knew it didn’t take much for me to get out of character when it came to Bryson. So how I had managed to set myself up for failure even though he wasn’t physically present was beyond me.
    If I was single, I probably would’ve came up with something slick to say back. Something that hinted at, “I’m feeling you too.” But that was hardly the case, so I texted back like a regular employee.
    Kennedy: Understood.
    I was just getting ready to go back to bed and check on Landon until my phone vibrated in my hand again.
    Great. See you later. ;) -B$
    I stopped in the middle of the hallway, immediately flashing over to his email to make sure I hadn’t missed any plans or meetings. When I saw there was nothing, and couldn’t think of anything he or Leslie had mentioned off the top of my head, I replied back.
    Kennedy: Later? What’s later?
    His response came quick.
    I’m taking you to dinner to celebrate you accepting the position. -B$
    No way.
    There was no way I could let Bryson - my boss, be damned - take me to dinner. Dinner was way too intimate of a setting to even think about having to survive a whole one alone with him.
    Kennedy: You really don’t have to do that, Bryson.
    I want to. -B$
    I sighed, trying to come up with a way out. It wasn’t really a good look to skip out on getting to know my boss which would more than likely give me better insight on his personal style.
    But dinner?
    Kennedy: Can we do lunch instead?
    At least with lunch, it would be light outside. And since Landon had plans to grade papers all afternoon, going to lunch with my boss wouldn’t sound too sketchy. In fact, he’d probably be proud of me for even mentioning willingly doing something social.
    That works too. I’ll send a car around 1. Wear something casual. -B$

Bryson
    I was desperate to see where her head was at.
    Her texts weren’t giving enough for me to be able to tell if she was picking up on my little hints; if she was