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.
“I’m going to make you a promise.” His eyes challenge mine. “Before our time is up, you’ll beg me for it.”