
I owe him a debt. The kind money can’t repay. He wants something else: me, for one year. But I don’t even know who he is.... Three hundred sixty-five days and nights doing everything he wants...except that. “I’m not going to sleep with you,” I say categorically. He laughs. “I’m going to make you a promise.” His eyes challenge mine. “Before our time is up, you’ll beg me for it.”
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