He shakes his head, his lips twitching in thatdon’t-make-me-laughway as he keeps flicking through.
“What’s with that anyway?” I nod to his hands. “Tablet finally rebel?”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much paper on his desk before. Zeek likes everything neat and tiny, or stored away electronically, like the good little geek he is. So this is either important, or he’s going to give it to someone.
Better not be me, fuck reading all that.
“A contract.” He reads over a page like I’m not even there. But that little brush-off is a screaming invitation for me.
I push off the chair and stroll over. “Oh yeah? Who for?”
He smirks as I get closer, and I realise he’s played me, reeled me in. If I were a cat, I’d be nine lives gone already; curiosity is my damn weakness.
“Jasmine.”
And she’s my other one.
But now I’m stuck between being disturbed and mildly impressed because Zeek’s made a contract. For Red.
“Mate, I know you’re into control and all that.” I eye the thick stack nervously. “But I don’t think this is gonna help—”
“She requested it.”
Well lube me up and call me a dildo, ‘cause that’s how stock-still and hard those words make me.
“Fuck off.” I shove his shoulder, but he doesn’t even budge, boulder-shouldered bastard. “When? Last night? While you were…” I groan, dragging a hand over my face. “No. Stop. Don’t say a word.”
Because I’m already imagining it. I know what Red can be like in those moments. Bossy and breathless. Bargaining like sin’s currency.
“Julien helped create it.”
“Fuckingwhen?” Julien’s been out of the Pit two days, two days, and he’s ghost-writing dom contracts for Zeek?
“Sent it through this morning.”
I bark a laugh. “You’re unreal, man.”
Zeek frowns, then finally looks up.
“You’re all about patience and restraint, getting her to trust us, and then you’re talking dirty in her ear and drafting up a sex contract.”
He opens his mouth, tries once to say something, fails, then clears his throat. “Sai, this is anemployeecontract.”
“Is that what you’re calling it?” I scoff. “Nah mate, I’m putting my foot down, you’re gonna push her away. We need to vote on this, I’m calling Kane—”
“No, Sai, wait, listen”—and the fucker has the gall to laugh—“she’s asked to work with Kacey. Officially. She wants anemployeecontract, like the ones we all have. The same kind I had to force you to sign because, and I quote,‘I’m not becoming your slave, Zeek.’”
I frown, brain grinding to a halt. “So this isn’t a sex contract?”
“Sai.” Now he scoffs, brows lifting. “You think I do that type of thing?”
“Yeah, I kinda do. I know we don’t talk about our sex lives, but I fully believe you make them sign contracts on that.” I look at his tablet, tilting my head. “Wouldn’t mind seeing one if I’m honest.”
Zeek shakes his head, laughing while muttering, “This man…”
“Wait.” My brain finally catches up. “Why does she want it?”
He exhales, leaning back against the desk, arms folding.
