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“Why?”
“What?”
“Before this… agreement, you weren’t so… discerning.”
“You watching me, little girl?” His dark eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Dave—“
“This shit’s different between us,” he admitted, and I swallowed. “You know it and I know it. You might not want to admit it, but you know I’m not lying.”
“Dave—“
“Three more months, and I will make it happen.”
“You can’t guarantee that.”
“Trust me to take care of this.”
“And then trust you to do whatever you want with me the next four months?”
“Whatever I want,” he repeated the words. Heat pooled between my thighs.
“And you think I’m going to enjoy that?” I asked, but he chuckled darkly.
“You think I care if you do?”
The words felt dangerous.
I should have been terrified, but if anything, I felt exhilarated with unadulterated excitement and renewed energy.
“Three more months. You do anything I want when I say I want it,” he laid out simply, but somehow, I felt like there was so much more to it.
Things were never as simple or easy as they seemed.
Not with guys like Dave, who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Things came too easily to men like that. They never really appreciated what they had until it was too late.
“Fine,” I agreed, feeling like Ariel should have when she made her agreement with the sea witch. “Three more months. Anything you want,” I confirmed. Dave extended a hand but, shocker, pulled it back just when I was about to shake it.
“And you’ll trust me,” he added. I opened and shut my mouth.
Trusting a bully like Dave, a man who was used to getting whatever he wanted at the snap of his fingers, didn’t sound like the brightest idea.
But for some goddamn reason, I already did.
Shit. I hadn’t been as careful as I should have been these last two months when it came to my feelings. It was just lack of orgasms that had messed up my head. When I got home, I’d lock the door to my room and pull out my toys for a self-care sesh!
“Fine,” I mumbled under my breath, putting my hand out. Warmth bloomed from the inside out when his large, callused hand wrapped around mine and we shook on it. I was pretty sure I’d made a deal with the devil and was way in over my head.
TWO
DAVE
“You want me to what?” Trevor Grant asked. I rolled my eyes.
“I need you to go ask Callie Villa out,” I said, leaning against the wall.
Music thumped through the Lamda Lamda house like a heartbeat. The deep bass was starting to give me a damn headache. I couldn’t wait to get back to the apartment over the bakery to sit in comfortable quiet with my sexy little brat.
