Negotiation

“Does – does it have to be all – all the time?” the recently married woman asked, her will wavering.

“Any time I want you,” her boss said sternly. “I will have you. Otherwise, out you go to face a cold, hard world.”

“But – can’t we – negotiate?” she pushed back. “I mean – I can’t be available all of the time.”

His secretary had a point, Ryan admitted grudgingly.

“When you are available,” he gave ground. “You will be at my beck and call.” The blonde-haired woman breathed a small sigh of relief.

“However,” her boss continued, his grin growing. “As you are on the On-Call list for emergencies, should I page you, you better come running, no matter what you’re already doing. I don’t care if you’re in the throws with your husband, you will hustle your ass without an excuse.”

Shit, the married woman winced. I forgot about that damned list.

“However, I can be munificent,” he said. “Should you meet every page in a month, I will pay you a bonus. That should of some help against the debt you and your husband have incurred, perhaps acting as a buffer against his anger when blue-balled.”

Fuck, he’s really putting me in a bind, Kayleigh bit her lip. Sex to save my job is one thing, but for money? If Justin knew, he’d call me a whore, but… I can’t turn it down. Every – every little bit will help.

“Fine,” she nodded. “I – can do that. I don’t know what I’ll tell my husband, but I’ll think – I’ll think of something.”

“If you need some help,” Ryan smiled slyly. “You can always ask me. I admit it. I am a slimy, perverted bastard.”

“Yes,” the blonde-haired woman coughed. All the girls in the office thought that. She looked up into his eyes. “Condoms.”

“Not going to happen,” he said flatly.

“And if I get pregnant?”

“No abortions.” Fuck.

“What if it’s my husband’s?”

“We’ll continue to screw like rabbits for as long as possible. Your OB/GYN will tell you when it has to stop to protect the child.”

“Fine,” her voice hardened, her gaze boring into his. “But no anal.”

“Unless you change your mind later,” Ryan shrugged. “Now, if there’s nothing else for us to discuss, I'll see you tonight at my house."