Hey Mergers,

Are you ready for Following His Orders tomorrow? Here's a little something to hold you over:

“Nathan, what are we doing?”

“I’m having a drink. You haven’t told me if you want one or not yet.” He pours himself a glass of amber liquid.

“I’m serious. You’re my boss. I’m throwing my career out the window before I’ve even had a chance to start it.”

“We’re both consenting adults, Bentley. I mean, you’re barely an adult but you are one. And I’ve been one for some time now. I think, whatever we do, we can be mature about it.” He sips at his glass.

“I worked really hard to get this position, Nathan.”

“You did. And you’re not at risk of losing it.” He sips again. “I have something for you,” he says, stalking towards me and taking my hand. “Come on.”

I follow him—well, let him pull me down a hallway and into a room. An office. Releasing my hand, Nathan walks over to the desk and picks up a piece of paper. “What is this?” I ask when he hands it to me.

“It’s an NDA and an NSA,” he says, his tone matter of fact. Like it’s just another day in the office.

“NSA?” I parrot. I know what a nondisclosure agreement is, but for the life of me, I cannot work out what NSA stands for.

“Nonharassment suit agreement.” He smirks.

“You just made that up. That’s not even legal. This…” I gesture to the bullshit document. “…won’t hold up in a court of law,” I tell him.

“Maybe. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll sign it.”

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XOXO,

Kylie