PENÉLOPE
I was willing to go further to find out what was going on with that man. I understood nothing and knew nothing about him or his past. I had never attended his gatherings. I didn't know who his friends were or what he liked to eat. I didn't know his taste in music, childhood memories, or food preferences. I knew nothing about him.
And that sudden attraction to him was what troubled me the most.
"And what do you want to negotiate, Penny?" he asked, looking into my eyes.
He had stopped flirting to listen to me attentively.
"I want it to be clear that it will only be six months. Not a day more, not a day less. I won't do any household chores, I won't cook or wash your clothes."
"Agreed," he smiled, accepting my conditions. "That's what the household staff is for, to meet both ou
