Page 227 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 6
Seriously, why did everything he say sound so sexual?
“What shall we do now?” Nigel asked. “Do you want me to staple more documents? Or to clean the coffee machine again? I can answer more phone calls. But it didn’t seem like you liked when I did that. Or I can go pick up second lunch?”
Second lunch? We’d just eaten. And why did he eat two lunches? He’d been hovering all day. I’d been given him odd jobs around the office, but he always came back within minutes claiming he was done.
And that actually gave me an idea. “I need a contract.”
“Oh. A sex one? I’ll need more details, please.”
“No, not a sex one.” What was wrong with him? “You get everything done so fast. And I had this idea in my head for a contract with Poppy. The Pruitts and Cannavaros love contracts.”
“So a love contract, then? You can add intercourse requirements to that. Or not. If you’re not into that with Poppy…”
“No. Not a love contract.”
“So you are into that with Poppy?”
“Nigel, you know I don’t like Poppy.”
He smiled to himself and grabbed a notepad. “Then what is the contract for?”
“Poppy knows that I know she killed someone. But I think me blackmailing her might have made her fall in love with me because she’s a crazy person. So I’m not sure if my blackmail is going to deter her from doing anything, but she would never break a contract. The Cannavaros and Pruitts have some kind of obsession with them. So I need a contract for her to sign. That promises she won’t hurt anyone I know or love.”
“Thank you for protecting me,” Nigel said.
Wow, this wasn’t about him. But I guess it did include him. “You’re welcome, Nigel.”
He started writing down some notes.
“And in exchange for her signing the document I will promise not to go to the police. That needs to be very clear. No loopholes or anything.”
He nodded and kept writing.
“Done.” He handed it to me.
It was ten pages long. With clauses and everything. It took me longer to read it than it had for him to handwrite it. Seriously…how had he done that? Maybe I needed him to come to work with me more often… “This is excellent work, Nigel.” Except for the clause at the end requiring Poppy to seal the deal by sending me a 72” freestanding tub made of rare Italian petrified wood. Although it did look pretty comfortable…
He smiled. “Can I use your computer to type it? I like typing.”
“Of course.”
He jumped back onto my chair and started typing at record speed. It only took a few minutes before he was printing it out. “Shall I fax it to her?”
“You know what, Nigel? I think that’s the perfect way to deliver it.” That would really fuck with her head. Getting a fax in the middle of the afternoon. I smiled to myself.
The faxing process actually took longer than the typing. But I didn’t even care. Nigel looked so happy when he finally turned around.
“You know what? Let’s go get that second lunch,” I said.
He beamed at me. “Can we get jambon-beurre?”
“I have no idea what that is.”
“It’s Parisian street food. I used to eat it all the time when I was little. You’ll like it. It’s filled with meat.”
I laughed. “Sure.”
“I love break time,” Nigel said. “Just two boys on the town.”
