"You'll be my secret weapon," he replied, and my brow furrowed in confusion. A secret weapon? That was even crazier than a "businesswoman."
"My personal secretary," he continued, and I blinked. That was... a normal job. A dangerous one, no doubt, but something I could understand.
"My confidant," he added, and a nervous gulp escaped my throat. The words sounded so intimate, so disturbingly personal. Did he even realize how that sounded? Probably not. He didn't seem to be a man of emotions, except maybe for anger and a cruel sort of amusement.
"My w***e," he finished, and my eyes bugged out of their sockets. The word hit me like a physical blow. What the hell? Me? His w***e? Never. Absolutely not.
"You're crazy!" I screamed, the sound echoing in the opulent room. I could handle being his
