The Five-Hour Husband
Language: en
Eleanor Vance only gave me a personal time allowance of five hours a year. Having dinner with me? Deducted forty minutes. Going back to my hometown with me? Deducted two hours. Even our intimacy was on a meter, the clock starting the exact second she kissed me. Eleanor was the youngest senior partner at a prestigious New York law firm. Her private consultation fee was six thousand dollars an hour. I always thought it was just her nature to be obsessively meticulous with time. That was, until the firm’s annual holiday party. Lucas, the junior associate she personally mentored, suddenly…