I turned around slowly and he still stood against the backdoor's door frame with arms folded. My throat instantly dried as my heart pounded behind my ribcage. "Excuse me?"

"Deal," he said, as his lips fanned out into a smile.

"No sex for five weeks?" I tried to play it cool, not to give away my bouncy heart or sweaty palms.

He shrugged and the one corner of his lips turned into a lopsided smile, causing my body to release more Oxytocin—it was something I knew. "I'll help myself out if the need is too much."

My eyebrow raised as I stared at him.

He pushed himself away from the doorframe and walked closer to me. "Just to clear up on a few things." He leaned with his ass against the counter and folded his arms again. "I only get five dates?"

"You want more?" It came out as a bit of a surprise and for a few seconds my mind stuck on one word, FUCK!

"Yeah, well, I'm trying to get to know you and if you want me to be committed for the next five weeks, then I would love to take you out on more than just one date a week."

Mr Dangerous was smooth.

"Okay, fine. But only one date counts."

"Deal." His lips curved. "You don't look too sure about this anymore?"

I chuckled. "I really didn't think you would go for that one."

His shoulders bobbed as he grinned. He made everything look so sexy. I didn't not expect this one bit.

"And to be extra clear, if we reach the fifth date, I can do whatever I want with you?"

"Yes," I said without looking at him.

"Even if I want to fuck your brains out."

I closed my eyes. What did he just say? I opened them slowly. "You are so crude."

He laughed and shrugged again. "Answer my questions."

"If that is what you want to do, then yes." My cheeks burned.

"And no retaliation or anything."

I stared a bit too long at his lips, forming the words that I almost forgot to answer. "No, that's the deal."

"Okay, I look forward to whatever this is, Cassy." He left out his hand in front of me. I stared at it. "We need to shake on this one."

"Fine." I shook his hand. He pulled it closer to his lips and kissed the top of my hand. Waves of warmth rushed through my body.

What did I just do! I took my hand out of his, turned around, and walked up the stairs.

Jackson chuckled. "Where are you going?"

"To take a bath." I didn't turn around to look at him. Heat flushed my face as I kept hearing his words of 'Even if I want to fuck your brains out.'

"So when does the first week start?"

"Next weekend."

"So next week?"

"Yep," I replied as I reached the top of the stairs and walked down the hallway that led to my room.

I opened the door and closed it behind me. For a few seconds, I leaned against the door.

He wanted more than five dates? Why? What the hell was I going to do after the five dates? Cassy, relax. A guy like Jackson won't even see the second week without fucking up. They can't. It's not in their DNA. They needed sex and loads of it, too. He will mess up and you will discover it. Somehow, you always do.

I still couldn't get the fuck my brains out from my thoughts.

Why did he have to say that? I thought I made it super clear he could do whatever he wanted if he reached the fifth date, that was a huge if.

I blew out my breath and rubbed my face hard. I prayed it wouldn't backfire in my face after the five weeks were over. It was more than a month. Women fell hard in a month, some even after the first date. He was dangerous and I just signed myself away to a guy that was probably going to destroy me.

***

During my soak, a knock came at the door of the bathroom. "Cass, it's Em."

"Morning, sleepyhead."

"Thanks for cleaning up."

"You need to thank Jackson for that one, too. I didn't do it by myself."

"I did. About Jackson. What the hell did you do?"

"Why?"

"You agreed to five dates with him?" She sounded worried, and I sighed.

"Yeah, I didn't think he would take it as I made it super difficult."

She laughed. "Oh, man."

"I'll be fine. I'll get out of this in one piece. Besides, the stakes are quite high. He will fuck up eventually."

"Yeah, no. Not on a bet. He has a thing for bets and his self-control is like superhuman during one."

"What?" My stomach flipped.

Em's laughter seeped through the closed door. "One time, Harold made him a bet that lasted an entire year and let's just say that Harold didn't win. Jackson sees things through. You shouldn't have done that."

"Fuck," I whispered. I was going to have to sleep with this guy. Shit. "I'll deal with it once I get there. Don't worry. Maybe I'll get over Phil now."

"Oh, I bet you will." Her laughter followed her as she left the room.

Fucking Crap. How was I supposed to know this guy was superman with self-control during bets?

Calm down, Cassy. Just don't lose your heart. You can do this! Who am I kidding? Five weeks with Mr. Dangerous. Crap. How the hell am I not going to fall for him? I was so screwed.

I tried to quieten my head, and let the thoughts go silent as I focused on the warm water tap. Once the panic subsided, I thought rationally about this deal.

I knew what this was. It was five dates and sure; the guy was going to try his best to woo me. How bad was that, actually? I knew what was waiting at the end. Five dates and a great shag. It didn't sound that bad anymore. The only thing I should be careful with was my heart.

If I have five weeks to be extremely happy, then I'm going to take it. I will not try to shield myself off. I know what this is. It's my time to get over Phil. I knew the type of person Jackson was and if I lose my heart, then that is my fault. I'll just keep on reminding myself that. But I know it would be a waste of time. Last night was already difficult to not give into that kiss, and to not screw my plan. The guy has everything working for him. He was like a magnet to girls like me. The ones that have that reserved sign of idiots welcome stuck to their heads.

I really didn't bargain on him going for this. But a deal was a deal, and Cassy Blanc didn't back out of one either.

End of Chapter five. Oh, poop. I really feel sorry for Cassy. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Thanks for reading.