“Do they?” Rourke asked. “Forrest, how many of them broke my rules with drugs? Tell me how I’m supposed to trust them after that.”
Forrest winced. “I know. They fucked up. Have you decided what you’re going to do about that?”
“Yeah. Anyone who broke the rules will have wage deductions as per their contract violation. Instead of sixty-five percent, they’ll get thirty-five.”
“Ouch.”
Rourke shrugged. “They should count their blessings. If Sloan got his way, they’d all lose a limb. How many times have they been warned?”
“More than enough,” Forrest said.
“And now this shit with Diaz. It’s pissing me off. You’re right, though, she’s got an insider.”
“But why tell us?”
“If she’s trying to destroy the company from inside out, the easiest way to do that is to create distrust.” Rourke shook his head and laughed. “It’s fucking smart.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to do what I need to.” He sighed and curled his arm around Forrest’s waist, dragging him closer. Glancing into the basket, he raised his eyebrows. “That’s some interesting choices. Ireallyhope you’re going to give me that fashion show.”
“Maybe it can be a fashion show combined with a strip show?” Forrest teased, sucking Rourke’s earlobe into his mouth.
“Mm. That sounds perfect.”
Chapter Fifteen
Forrest gave Rourke the fashion show he promised, and Rourke couldn’t decide which pair of underwear he liked the most. Probably all of them, especially after he got the bill. Forrest hadn’t been joking about prices. Rourke nearly died when the shop assistant announced the total. But if they made Forrest happy, Rourke was more than willing to pay. He quickly figured out they madehimhappy, too, especially when Forrest shook his ass in front of him and slowly dragged the panties over those bubbly asscheeks of his. Rourke ended up fucking Forrest over his desk again, nearly tearing the new underwear in the process. Knowing their prices now, however, Rourke took a little more care this time.
“How does someone pay so much for a thin piece of material like this?” Rourke asked after they finished fucking. He slouched in his office chair, bare ass sliding against the black leather, with Forrest lounging in his lap. Forrest’s knees were digging into either side of Rourke’s thighs, his naked body flush against Rourke’s flesh.
“They make me feel cute.” Forrest grinned. “And I don’t pay for them, the Killough Company does.”
Rourke’s chest rumbled in laughter. “Naughty boy.”
Forrest traced the tattoo on Rourke’s chest, running the pad of his finger over the lion’s head and down its body. “But I’m your naughty boy.”
“You are.” He cupped Forrest’s face and slanted his mouth over Forrest’s, kissing him gently.
“Rourke, how are we going to do this? I don’t want to sleep with other men anymore. I mean, I guess I haven’t wanted to for a while. I like you. A lot.” Forrest shook his head. “It’s stupid. I’m a professional, but—”
“Hey.” Rourke tightened his hold on Forrest’s face and stroked his cheek with his thumb. He looked beautiful under this lighting, all soft skin and flawlessness that made Rourke’s overly tired cock want to rise again. “I like you too, baby, and we’ll get through this. I don’t enjoy seeing you with other men, but if I have to in order to keep you after your contract’s up, I will. I’m not leaving you behind.”
“Yeah?” Forrest’s grin lit up his face. “Good. Does that mean we have to tell your mom about what I really do?”
Rourke shuddered. “Unfortunately, yes. If I tell her we’re serious, she’ll want to start brunches and all that motherly stuff.”
“Uh oh. You’ll have to tell her whatyoudo.”
“I don’t know what’s worse.”
Forrest laughed and fell against Rourke. “The horror of it.”
“Hey, don’t laugh. You promised her you’d go to mass. You’ve started something you’ll wish you hadn’t.” Rourke poked Forrest’s ribs, earning him more truly joyful laughter.
“Stop, you know I’m ticklish there.”
“Are you? Oops.” More poking, and Forrest slipped right off Rourke’s lap and onto the floor, his laughter only hiccupped by an “umph” when he landed on the carpet.
