“So we’re in this together, Def,” I sit beside her and take her hand between mine, looking straight at her as I say, “I’m not going to put a label on us, not now, not when I can see how scared you are. But this, what we have, is happening. At the company we’ll be a boss and an employee, but outside of it you’re mine, Buttercup. We’ll be discreet, we’ll let people slowly get used to us and we’ll see where this goes, but…”
“Are you asking me for exclusivity?” she asks with a smile.
“Yes,” I answer, completely serious, taking the side of her neck to pull her face closer to mine. “Yes, Defne. I’m not going to pretend I know how relationships work now or, hell, ever. I’m not the youngest person for you, sometimes I can be a grumpy old man, and I don’t know what expectations you have, but it’l
