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against the hardwood floor. “But I do wonder how you can say that when you have very little idea of what I’m looking for.”
    Good point. Could I look any more desperate? I’m practically throwing myself at him without any idea of where I’m going to land.
    “How about I run through what I’m looking for, and then you can tell me whether or not you think you fit my needs?” he suggests with a faint smile. “But first, I’m curious . . . What are you expecting from this role?”
    “I . . .” My words evade me. I take a deep breath and try again. “From reading your advertisement, I think you’re looking to fulfill a specific desire, but you don’t want to mess around with dating.”
    “I don’t date.” He smirks, his deep brown eyes laughing at me. “Ever. Please, go on.”
    “You want a no-strings arrangement where you don’t have to deal with the bullshit that usually goes with a normal relationship.” I pause, biting my lip. Am I even on the right track? “So you pay for what you want.”
    “I’m into many different things, Charlotte. Can I call you that?”
    I nod, forcing myself to hold his eye contact.
    “You are right in that I do have very specific tastes. I don’t date. I don’t chase. I hire women to fulfill specific needs, they do their job, and then they get paid. It’s a clear-cut, simple business relationship. Nothing more, nothing less.”
    “What kind of tastes are we talking about?” I ask, my face heating.
    He laughs. “Nothing illegal, Charlotte, and nothing you can’t handle. Provided you are able to keep an open mind, you’ll do fine. How would you describe yourself sexually?” he asks, lifting his eyebrows. 
    “I’d say I am willing to explore,” I reply evenly, my gaze locked on his. I decide to elaborate, realizing it’s probably to my advantage to be honest about my lack of experience. “Until now, my sex life has been pretty substandard. But that’s not through choice. I think about sex a lot, and I fantasize about how different things would feel. My mind can go to very dark places when I’m alone,” I admit, my face flaming.
    His dark eyes twinkle as he ponders over my answer and I can tell he’s amused. Eventually he nods, bringing his hands together on his desk. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
    “No. Not since I caught him sleeping someone else two weeks ago,” I try and joke.
    He raises his eyebrows as I try unsuccessfully to read his expression.
    “I don’t prohibit any of my girls from dating. A boyfriend is fine, so long as it doesn’t interfere with your performance.”
    I lower my head at the word performance , trying to contain my embarrassment. If I can’t even handle him talking to me in such a direct way, how the hell am I going to handle whatever else he has in mind— if I even get the job? I’m competing with three hundred and thirty other women, apparently.
    “Do you have any questions for me, Ms. Lucas?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts.
    I have plenty—like what the hell am I getting myself into?— but instead I shake my head. I don’t want to jeopardize my chances by being too nosy. There’ll be plenty of time for questions later.
    “Good.” He nods. “A few other things; I expect you to dress professionally at all times. Similar to what you’re wearing now will be fine and when I ask you to see me please don’t be late. Also, I will need you to start tomorrow.”
    “Does this mean I have the job?” I ask, my voice shaking.
    “This means you have been successful in gaining a trial. After two weeks, if we are both happy, then we will make the arrangement more permanent. You’ll work on a rotating roster, five days on, two days off. I expect you to reside here on the days you work, but you’re free to do as you like on your days off. How does that sound?”
    Honestly? It scares the fuck out of me.
    “Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Murphy. I won’t let you down.” I put my hand out, which he takes,