"A young woman will be waiting for you at your clinic. Both of you will be wearing masks to protect your identities. You'll play the role of a conscienceless prick of a doctor, and she'll be the innocent little patient who believes every word you say."
"Are you fucking insane?"
"Both of you will require medical clearance prior to meeting, and the two of you will also sign a contract to ensure everything about this remains completely confidential."
"Do you think I'm some fucking stud?"
I roll my eyes. "No, of course not. But you're not exactly a saint either."
Adam shakes his head. "This is fucking insane."
"I can guarantee she's your type."
"I don't have a fucking type."
"Of course you do," I say with a snort. "The other party is not dumb, not easily intimidated, and not a gold-digger."
Adam's lips press in a straight line.
"And we both know that kind of woman is few and far between."
The silence between us stretches, but when I hear my cousin curse under his breath, I know he's as good as said yes.
Well, well, well.
Who would've thought Madeleine was right, and his normally straitlaced cousin would actually say yes to such an arrangement?
The End