Page 34 of The C Agreement

“Hmm.” Delaney pursed her lips.

I laughed but really wanted to be done with the subject. “What’s that?” I asked, nodding my head toward the envelope on the table.

“It’s for Dominick. He’s picking it up here rather than going to my office. The restaurant is closer to our apartment.”

“Yeah, right,” I said. “You just want to see him.”

She lifted her chin, but her cheeks turned pink. “But I see him every night at home.”

Delaney snorted just as the man we were talking about sauntered in.

Dominick Reyes was the total opposite of Vivian. She was reserved, never had a single hair out of place, and was dressed professionally. Her boyfriend was covered in tattoos, had an unruly hair and beard, and almost always wore jeans and a T-shirt. Yet, somehow, they fit together.

“Hey, baby,” he said, sliding in next to Vivian and giving her a kiss on the mouth.

“Hey,” she said, her eyes full of love as he turned to pick up the envelope.

“This for me?” he asked just as the server brought our food over.

“Yes.”

As the waitress set our plates in front of us, Dominick turned toward Vivian.

He muttered, “Thanks, baby,” and kissed her on the side of the neck.

A second later, Vivian squeaked as she jumped in her seat one second and almost melted the next.

“Anything else?” our server asked, barely glancing around at us, her mind most likely on what she had to do next.

We all said no, and she left.

“Yum,” Dominick said. “Everything looks delicious.” He pulled his hand out from under the table and stuck the tips of his fingers in his mouth. “Tastes delicious too.”

“But you didn’t try anything,” I said before what he was actually talking about clicked in my brain. “Oh,” I murmured, like the bonehead I was.

Dominick smirked. Vivian turned the darkest shade of red I’d ever seen anyone become. And Delaney snickered.

We all stared at each other for a few seconds before Dominick broke the silence.

“See you two at our St. Patrick’s Day party.” He kissed Vivian on the cheek, hopped to his feet, and adjusted his erection. “And I’ll see you tonight, babe.”

St. Patrick’s Day was in less than two weeks. I’d almost forgotten Vivian and Dominick were having a party. I’d need to tell Cade I was busy that night.

“Don’t forget that we have to go to Spencer’s school this evening,” Vivian reminded her boyfriend.

“Fucking kid is the worst cockblock,” he mumbled under his breath as he spun around and strode away.

As soon as Dominick was gone, Delaney said, “Damn, Vivian, you are one lucky girl,” at the same time I said, “What did he do to you under this table?”

Vivian sighed and unwrapped her silverware. “You two aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” Delaney and I said together as we both dug into our food.

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” she grumbled and looked at us. “Let’s just say that there was a misunderstanding between Dominick and me, and I lied to him. So, my punishment is, I can’t wear underwear for a month.”

My eyes rounded as I remembered how Cade had had me go without underwear on Saturday. Was this something a lot of guys did? Had I been missing out all this time?

Vivian continued, “And he likes to check to make sure I’m following my penance. But really, he just uses it as an excuse to touch me.”

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