Page 18 of The Contract

“You have it?” Dante asks.

“Yes.”

“Get a pen.”

I walk over to my desk and sit. I grab a pen.

Dante says, “You’re going to fill this in under emergency contact. Are you ready?”

“Hold on.” I flip to the second page. My heart starts pounding at the sight of my own signature. And his. Am I really doing this?

“Tristan?”

“Yeah.”

“Write down Noah Carter.” He gives me a phone number then says, “You will put that name and number in your contacts. Give the phone back to Kenzie.”

I hold out the phone, and Kenzie takes it from me. She listens for a second then says, “Yeah, boss, I’ll make sure he does it.” She stows her phone then looks over my shoulder at the page. “Holy shit.”

“What? Holy shitwhat?”

“I mean … fuck.” She gives me a fresh appraisal. One of her eyebrows is up.

“What? Who is this guy?”

“He’s … never mind. Get your phone out.”

I wheel my chair around to face her. I try to make very clear that I will be doing nothing until she explains who this Noah Carter guy is.

Kenzie looks annoyed. She says shortly, “Noah is someone that Dante really trusts. That’s all you’re getting. Get your goddamn phone and put Noah’s number in it, then drink your goddamn coffee and get dressed. You have an appointment.”

“Forwhat?”

She grins. “You’ll see.”

SIX

Dante

I already have my bike parked across the street from the medispa when Kenzie arrives in my Jag. Kenzie and Tristan.

He signed it. He’s here.

My dick has been hard ever since I got Kenzie’s confirmation. It throbs in my black jeans as I watch him get out of the car. My hands tighten on the handlebars, but I don’t let myself grind against the seat I’m straddling. That would only make it worse.

I’m sweating in my leather jacket and helmet, but I keep them on. I don’t want Tristan to see me. Kenzie knows I’m here, but she doesn’t look my way.

Until Tristan uses his safe word, I’m free to stalk him. You see such a different side of people when they don’t know you’re watching them.

Tristan halts, staring at the front of the medispa. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his worn jeans. They’re so worn that they’ve crossed over into stylish, but I don’t think that’s how they started. His green t-shirt is snug enough to reveal his athletic body. His arms are more toned than I expected, but it’s only a tease. I won’t really get to see his body until I strip everything away.

One hand comes out of his pocket and scrubs at the back of his head. A nervous gesture. He doesn’t like this. I didn’t think he would.

This place is good though. Not that I would ever let anyone wax my balls, but Rafael vouches for it. They’ll draw blood for testing too. He’ll be here a while. Getting ready for me.

I have to close my eyes for a second, so I miss the exact moment of his decision. The next thing I see is Tristan, both hands in his pockets again, walking through the doorway with Kenzie.

When she emerges ten minutes later, I’ve already stowed my helmet and leather jacket in the Jag. My dark shades take the edge off the September sun. They also help hide how much I’m struggling right now.

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