Page 20 of The Contract

“If I can get blood out of that thing, I think I can handle a little grease. These are the best fries in the city.”

“Bad employee,” I reiterate.

“Asshole bosses get bad employees. It’s just how it is.”

I grin. She’s almost like a friend. But she still better wash her fucking hands. She will. She’s just being a dick.

“He seemed nervous,” I observe.

“He was. Judging by his living arrangements, I’d say he’s never been in a place like that. And I wouldn’t know, but I’d imagine it’s nerve wracking to get your balls and hole waxed for the first time.”

“Don’t talk about his balls. Or his hole. Those belong to me.”

“They’re all yours,” she says dryly, biting a fry in half. Kenzie is bi but leans heavily toward female partners.

We dig into our food, but the curled up contract is an irritation in the corner of my eye. I can’t let it go.

“Don’t roll up a formal document again.” My voice is harsh. Pissed off. Anyone else would squirm. Kenzie snorts.

“Why, was it going in your scrapbook?”

“I will fucking kill you someday, Slade.”

“No you won’t. It’s against the rules.”

“Ah, but think of all the things that can happen within those boundaries.”

I say it to Kenzie, but it’s Tristan I’m thinking of. The thing is,Iknow what can happen within those boundaries. He, however, has no idea.

But he’s about to find out.

SEVEN

Tristan

I don’t know how to feel about yesterday. I don’t really like that Dante required me to get waxed. It didn’t hurt as much as I expected, but it was so fucking invasive. I mean, it waseverywhere.

Having Kenzie take me out for a burger afterwards, my meal choice, hardly made up for what I’d been subjected to. Even though I did agree to it.

Honestly, the worst part was feeling so out of place. That place was for rich people. I didn’t belong there.

I’ve gotta say, though, now that it’s done, I can’t deny that I kind of like it. At first, it just felt weird. But when I woke up this afternoon, I couldn’t stop touching myself. Not just my cock but everywhere. I couldn’t believe how fucking smooth everything was. And the sensations were more intense when I jacked off.

I can feel the difference even in my sweats. When I get home from my evening jog, I’ll probably jack off again.

I don’t know why I’m so horny. I’ve never been like this. Well … not until Dante. And nothing has even really happened. But I know it’s going to, and it’s like my body is staying constantly ready for it.

But I can’t quite imagine the circumstances. Will I find him waiting for me some night after work? Or is he going to come pick me up like, I don’t know, a date?

Somehow, I can’t quite picture either of those scenarios, but, I mean, what else would he do?

I’m worried about it being awkward. Well, aboutmebeing awkward. Most of the time, I put on one act or another, like a mask, but that doesn’t seem to work with Dante.

With him, I’m more …me, I guess, but that means he’s gonna see how inexperienced I am. I won’t know what to do.

I reach my cool-down stretch and slow to a walk. It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there.

I’m walking alongside a neighborhood park when a limousine pulls up to the curb ahead of me. It’s a small one but still clearly a limo. This is not the neighborhood for it. That thing is gonna get stripped if they leave it here.

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