Page 21 of Notorious Park Avenue Prince

He had a point, but I wasn’t the one who would garner a lot of attention if I went missing. Then again, most people didn’t go missing in the back of a half-million-dollar limousine with a chauffeur.

Shit, maybe East was right and I should just shut off my brain and enjoy whatever this was.

“Mr. Easton. Mr. Fletcher.” The no-nonsense voice that filtered through the speakers caught our attention. “Beside each of your seats you will find a tablet and a pen. On the screen there is a folder with today’s date on it. Inside, you will find a secured file with your name on it. Tap on your document, enter the last four digits of your social security number, and you’ll gain access to the NDA that you must sign before we continue.”

“Excuse me?” East said. “Did you just say enter my socialsecuritynumber? How the fuck do you know that?”

“Enter the last four digits to access the NDA,” the driver replied. “If you do not, your evening will end here.”

Your choice.He didn’t say it, but it was heavily implied.

East glanced over at me, and I finally caught a flicker of concern in his eyes.

What the hell was going on? Who were we dealing with?

I was about to tell East we should just leave, but then his eyes flicked back to his tablet and he clicked open the folder. Seconds later he put the tablet down and said, “Well, you going to bail, or…”

I took in a deep breath and opened my file, and as I started to read it, East groaned and flopped back in his seat.

“It’s an NDA—it’s basically saying you won’t say shit about whatever goes on tonight. Have you never read one?”

“I’ve never readthisone.”

“Oh my God.”

I ignored his grumblings and continued to read through the three pages, and when I got to the bottom and signed, East slow-clapped.

“About time. I’d like to enjoy whatever this is while I’m still young enough.”

“Quit complaining, I just wanted to?—”

The intercom came to life again. “Now that you’ve signed the necessary forms, you’ll find the final item needed for tonight located in the console between you. Once you have complied, we will continue.”

I glanced down at the console, then back to East. “I’m almost scared to look.”

He, of course, was not. East opened up the console, and inside were two black blindfolds. A wicked chuckle escaped himas he picked one up and dangled it in front of me. “Hmm, this bodes well.”

“Bodes well? I’m still not convinced we aren’t being kidnapped.”

“Zac, that isn’t the only time people use a blindfold.”

“Yes, but it is one.”

“So is sex. That’s a fifty-fifty chance that we won’t be kidnapped and will instead end the night with an orgasm. Me? I like those odds.”

“Of course you do.”

“So how about it? Are you going to let me tie this on for you?”

I eyed the black strip of silk, my heart thudding a little faster. Was I really about to do this?

“How do I know you won’t bail the second it’s on? That you aren’t really behind all of this?”

“Because I wouldn’t lie to you.” East leaned in a little closer and licked his lips. “Now, do you trust me?”

Something about the direct way he held my gaze made me think I could—and surprisingly, I did.

“Yes. I trust you.”

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