My Husband's Boss Owns Me
The question slipped out before I could stop it.
"Accompany me to business dinners. Manage my calendar. Handle correspondence. Basic administrative duties." His tone was perfectly professional, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl. "Nothing illegal or immoral, I assure you."
"And if Derek wins the game?"
"Then you go home. The debt is forgiven, and we never speak of this again."
I looked at my husband. Really looked at him. The man I'd married was charming, confident, full of dreams. This Derek was a stranger - hollow-eyed, shaking, willing to bet his wife's freedom for one more chance.
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