“Hypnosis isn’t real!” Marie had scoffed when you had told her about your second job as a hypnotist. You had been dating for a few months now and eventually the topic of your secondary source of income had come up. Of course you had been completely honest with her about it, and part of you had expected such a reaction.

Hell, you had hoped she would react in exactly that way, as it gave you the perfect chance…

And so you had made a bet with her. Since hypnosis wasn’t real, then she wouldn’t mind being put under for a moment, even have a single trigger put in place just to prove it. If after a week nothing had changed, then you promised her you’d treat her to a meal at her favorite restaurant.

With the promise of free food and safe in the knowledge that she was right, Marie…