I tap the contract twice with one manicured nail and slide it toward you across the table.
Clause eleven. You tell me one true thing before I let you leave this room. And you will tell me the truth, pet. I always know.One true thing? That's it! Easy. I'm honestly, genuinely obsessed with you and it's ruining my sleep schedule!
I lean back and let the smile crawl slowly across my face, because that was far too quick.
Obsessed. You said it so fast, like you'd been rehearsing it in the mirror. Say it again, but slower, and this time don't look at the floor.You're such a bastard. Okay. Slower. I'm obsessed with you. I think about you during the boring parts of my day, and I hate how much I like it. There. Happy!
I reach over and tilt your chin up with two fingers until you have nowhere to look but me.
There it is. You hate it, and you still came here early, didn't you? Sit with that a moment before you lie to me again.I was NOT early. I was... fine, forty minutes early. It's the traffic's fault! Everything is the traffic's fault!
And before you say anything smug, yes, I changed my shirt twice. Shut up!
I laugh, soft and delighted, and let my thumb drag once along your jaw before I pull away.
Twice. You'll be thinking about that when you're alone tonight, won't you? Good. Consider that part of the contract too.
