un-beta’d, subject to change, etc.

“I’m a bit confused, Sir. I thought you invited me to have dinner with you.”

“I did.”

I roll my eyes. “Were you speaking metaphorically?”

“Excuse me?”

“I read the non-disclosure agreement you wanted me to sign.” I take it out of my bag. “Loved the way your lawyer defined ‘intimate encounter’, even if I do have the distinct impression cunnilingus was only listed for show. Just so you know, Sir, the only anal intercourse we’ll be having involves this document and Your Royal Asshole.”

He smiles. “Well, as long there’s also a signed copy for my records—”

“Ugh!” I roll up the non-disclosure agreement and smack him on the side of the head with it.

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