I arch my brow at his apparent lack of concern at the implications of what he’s proposing.
“Because you asked her to?” I repeat incredulously. “You’re just going to comfortably sit there and tell me in that douchey ass tone of yours that you pretty much sent Mindy to tell me that you want to have sex with me?”
He nods. “Correct. And you have thirty calendar days to agree to or decline my offer,” he explains. “Make no mistake, this is a business offer. I have every intention of paying you well for your services…if they satisfy me, of course.”
I put my palm out in a stopping motion. “Wait, wait, wait…is this what you meant when you said I’d find out soon enough?” I ask as a deep scowl takes over my face. “Is this your condition?”
“It is,” he simply says, the calm in his voice almost eerie. “I also want to make a point in telling you that I’m actually being quite generous with the amount of time I’m giving you to make your decision.”