I looked at Nathan, still processing everything he'd shared about Katrina, and then, almost without thinking, I asked, “Why do you want me to work for you?” Nathan didn’t look up right away. He kept his eyes on his phone, scrolling as if the question didn’t require much thought. After a few moments, he paused, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Then he said, in that smooth, composed way of his, “You can choose, either work for me or keep making love to me.” I blinked, completely taken aback. “What?” I said, more out of disbelief than anything else. He finally looked up, that mischievous glint in his eyes. “You heard me,” he said, his tone playful but with an edge of seriousness. “One or the other
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