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"but that's just it, mr. wheeler. you're not paying me for sex, you're paying me for my discretion. your money isn't what makes me wet, sir. your money is just what ensures i don't run and tell the tabloids about how hard you make me come."
she...
miss brenner, after reviewing your contract and thinking over your terms, i'd like to request a second meeting to discuss some terms of my own. this meeting will take place over dinner at my apartment on thursday night. 7 pm at the galvant. my doorman will be expecting you. see you then, michael wheeler CEO of wheeler investments
"can he even do that? can he edit my contract? it's mine," el asked her best friend as his eyes skimmed the email.
one thing to know about el was that she told will byers everything, confidentiality agreements be damned. he heard it all. from her complaints about her clients and the weird shit they had her do to them to her praises about the delightfully skilled CEO that had her leg muscles trembling for hours after their meeting a week prior.
will, currently on the track to law school, laughed as he handed her back her phone across the breakfast bar she was sitting at. "yes, if he's signing his name, it would be his contract too, el. however, you can always say no to his terms and refuse to sign," he explained and went back to cooking the dinner he was fixing for them.
el frowned. "well, what do you think he'd want to change? what's wrong with my contract?"
"honestly?" she nodded with wide eyes. "it's an amateur contract we drew up on your couch while we were guzzling down wine. the dude's a CEO, he's probably used to legit shit."
"no, he told me it was a good contract," she insisted, shaking her head.
will giggled, stirring the veggies he was roasting. "yeah, and was that before or after he saw the sparkle tit twins?"
she scowled crossing her arms over her chest. "don't refer to them that way, shitstick."
"i say, go to his penthouse, crawl around in some lingerie again, and let him fuck the life out of you. it's what i'd do," he told her honestly.
she bit her lip in thought, watching him cook. "i don't know, will. no one has ever had an issue with my terms before."
he shrugged, not even turning to look at her. "then don't go, but don't whine to me later about how much you wish you did."
"why would i?"
he laughed. "oh, come on, el. you were practically spewing poetry about that guy's dick after you sucked it. you know you want to fuck the guy."
she wanted to deny it and say a dick is just a dick, but she couldn't. not with the way the mere thought of that dick alone was getting her wet in her best friend's kitchen. she sighed, resting her head in her hands. "god, i want to fuck him so bad," she grumbled into her palms before lifting her head. "and that's something i haven't said in months, maybe even over a year."
