I swatted his hand away. "I do not scrunch my nose."
"You're doing it right now."
Damn it. I forced my face to relax. "Fine. I do have a question about your proposition."
"Ah." He perched on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms. "I was wondering when you'd bring that up."
"If - and I mean if - I were to accept, would there be some sort of agreement? Something in writing?"
"Of course. I'm a businessman. Everything will be clearly outlined in a contract - expectations, duration, compensation, confidentiality clauses."
I shifted my weight, fidgeting with the hem of my blouse. "And this would all be... discreet?"
"Concerned about office gossip?" His lips curved into that infuriating smirk.
"More like concerned about my entire professional reputation going up in flames." I crossed my
