Page 31 of Undercover Desires

She scans over the contract again, taking her time. This isn’t so much a dom/sub contract as it is a “Kobe Rivera is in charge, and you have to do everything he says” contract.

“You said I didn’t have to sleep with you,” she whispers. She’s losing her edge.

I look over her shoulder. “Where in the contact does it say you have to?”

She looks at me, perplexed. “There is literally a list of things I would be willing to do with you.”

“If the situation occurred.” I tilt my head to the side, waiting for her to catch up with me.

“I…” She scrunches up her nose, the cute dusting of freckles wrinkling up. Why does she have to be so fucking adorable?

I lock eyes with her.Chaos and confusion, baby, that’s my game, and if you’re lucky enough to stick around, you will get used to the way I play.

Heat flares behind her pretty green eyes like she can read my mind. She’s not one to back down from a challenge, even if it scares her. She sighs heavily, clicks the pen, goes about ticking boxes, then finally scribbles her name on the contract.

My muscles relax. I didn’t realize how tense I was in anticipation of her compliance. “Did you want the twenty grand paid into the same bank account as your pay goes into, or do you want it in cash?” I ask, trying to push her over the edge.

She glances up at me, hurt in her eyes, and then stands abruptly. “Fuck you,” she spits in my face angrily, shoves the contract at my chest, and storms away.

I chase after her and catch her before she gets to the door. Taking her arms, I pin them over her head, pressing her into the door. She stares up at me, her green eyes filled with fire. She’s desperate to fight me on all of this—it goes against her moral code—but she knows she has to suck it up for the sake of her job. Both of them.

I can see her internal battle. Her breathing is labored, and I glare down at her, letting her know she has no power here. It’s my club, my town, my rules, and she better fall in line if she knows what’s good for her.

My eyes flutter closed, and I inhale. Her perfume is intoxicating from this close, and I have to focus to remain impartial to the effect she has over me. I open my eyes to stare her down again. “Fuck me? No, baby, that’s one thing you won’t get to do. Unless I say so.”

Her eyes flare with fresh anger, but I can smell it on her. How much she wants me.

I drop my mouth to her ear. “You can go now, babydoll. I’ll let you know when I need you,” I whisper. Goosebumps scatter across her skin, and she takes in a shallow breath. I loosen my grip, and she doesn’t move. Giving her space, I take a step back, and she spins on her heel and opens the door, storming off as fast as she can, her ponytail swinging from side to side as she goes.

I take the contract, fold it, and slip it inside my suit pants pocket. I need a drink. As I approach the bar, I see her back behind it, serving customers like nothing happened. She’s a talented actress, I’ll give her that. Most girls would have run straight to the break room in tears after an altercation like that. But she can fix her mask in place and go on like it’s a normal Wednesday night.

I find Xavier. “When you get a chance, can you have Bella bring me a whiskey on the rocks, top-shelf? I feel like celebrating tonight.”

“That was cruel, Kobe. What are you playing at?” she demands, ignoring my request.

“You worry about your job, and I’ll worry about mine, Xav.” I give her a smile that lets her know I’m not messing around.

“So, it’s all business. Nothing to do with the hard-on you have for her?”

I laugh. “This girl knows me too well. Always just business. Now, how about that drink?”

“Coming right up, Mr. Rivera,” she snaps, and I can tell I’ve pissed her off tonight. But what she doesn’t know is that her new little friend is here to cause trouble for all of us, including her. I’m just doing what I have to in order to protect us all.

I take a seat and watch her spine straighten as Xavier tells her she needs to bring me a drink. She pours the drink and walks toward me. “Here you go, Mr. Rivera,” she says without her usual showstopping smile.

“Thank you, sugarplum.”

I take the drink from her, brushing my fingers along hers as I do. Messing with her is going to be a riot.

She hurries back behind the bar. The rest of the night is much the same. I have Ben drive her home when her shift is done, but instead of leaving it there for the night, I decide to tail them. I park my car in the Caffeine Corner parking lot and wait for her to come down the alleyway. She moves quickly, looking over her shoulder. Is she worried Ben’s following her?

I hop out of my Jeep and move closer, sticking to the shadows so she doesn’t spot me. I see her swipe at her eyes as she hurries into her house. She’s been crying. My heart sinks. Tonight I was an asshole, I know it. I wanted to be. Something inside of me needed to prove to her she can’t mess with us and get away with it, but it wasn’t what I really wanted. What I truly wanted washer before I knew who she really was, when I thought there could have been a chance for something real.

Her door slams shut, and out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of something, a sudden movement. A dark figure swiftly crosses the street and makes a beeline for her house. They peer into the front window, then vault over the side fence and land in her backyard. What on earth? Was she concerned about someone else trailing her? Is that why she kept glancing over her shoulder?

My heart pounds so hard I can hear it in my ears, and I hustle across the street, my adrenaline surging, and throw myself over the fence the same way the intruder did. My feet hit the ground with a thud, and he flicks his head away from the window and turns to face me quickly. He takes off across the backyard, and I run after him, tackling him to the ground. My anger and protectiveness swell, and I grab him around the neck, squeezing tightly.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing snooping through girls’ windows in the middle of the night?” I growl, my voice dripping with rage and concern.

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