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skirting my tiny
kitchen area, I gave up.
    Sitting down, I'd opened up the contract
and begun to read, and made it about ten minutes before I cracked open a beer
to go with it. I'm very mature when it comes to handling my problems. During my
meeting with Anton Waters, my father had left me eight voicemails on my phone
and I'd deleted all of them. I knew what he was going to say. Had I accepted
Waters' proposal? Had I? Had I? Had I?
    I'd downed a six pack in short
order—way more than I usually did—and as a consequence I woke up with nacho
cheese in my hair, a new sculpture of a goat tied up and blindfolded, and a
browsing history on my computer full of websites about kinky sex.
    Yeah.
    That's why I was at a lawyer's
office. I wanted to see if this was actually... well, binding . Should I
choose to sign it.
    Which I wasn't. Because, come
on.
    Don't get me wrong, I like a little
spanking now and then, but the things codified in Waters' contract—and my god,
he had to have ice water running through his veins to dictate that sort of shit
to a lawyer, and the lawyer who drew it up had to be stone-cold to have typed
it up without renouncing his license and retreating to a mountaintop to seek a
cleansing of his defiled soul—were definitely out of my realms of experience.
I'd had to look a few of them up, just to make sure they were what they sounded
like.
    I shifted in my chair, staring at
the contract in my lap and trying not to think about what was in it. There was
no way it was legal. I was, like... ninety-five percent sure. He couldn't
actually take me to court if I didn't "play the submissive" for at
least seventy-five percent of our sexual encounters. Could he? And was he going
to be keeping track? A vision of Waters bending me over a table and fucking me
while entering it into the record or ticking off a bead on the Sex Abacus first
gave me a fit of the giggles, then set my cheeks aflame as I remembered that he
had told me to beg him to fuck me in exactly that way.
    And I had.
    Shit.
    I rubbed my face vigorously. I was so glad the lawyer I was consulting was a woman. I needed to come up with some
demands of my own.
    Not that I was thinking about doing
this. That would be ridiculous. Haha.
    And yet the knowledge that my
mother was now another twenty-four hours without treatment was a rock in my
gut.
    Shit.
    "Miss Dare?"
    My head shot up, and I saw a handsome
young paralegal standing in the doorway. "Yes?" I said.
    "Ms. Gray will see you
now."
    I stood hastily, throwing my purse
over my shoulder and clutching the contract like a shield. On unsteady feet, I
tottered through the door.
    I was never very comfortable around
lawyers. I had friends that had gone to law school, but they weren't lawyers, they were friends who had studied law. And most of them weren't lucky
enough to get jobs in law and ended up baristas instead of barristers.
My father, however, loved to have lawyers around, provided they were on his
side, of course. I had even liked some of them when I was younger, before most
of them started hitting on me when I turned sixteen. And I knew for a fact that
my father had used the law to screw people over, people who couldn't afford it,
people whose only crime was ignorance or need or just being poor.
    So it was with trepidation that I
stepped into Ms. Gray's office, and when the kindly old lady in a tweed
business suit rose from her seat at her desk and strode forward with a warm
smile to shake my hand, I had to make a concerted effort to smile while my
brain screamed at me: It's a trap!
    "Hello, Ms. Dare, how are you
this morning?" she said in a chipper voice. She looked like a librarian
more than a lawyer. Iron-colored hair streaked with white was pulled back into
an elaborate coiffure at the back of her head, and her bright dark eyes shone
in her face.
    I paused to think. "Been
better," I said truthfully.
    "But have you been
worse?" she asked.
    I had to think about that, too.
"Yes."
    "Then it's a good day,"
she