“That’s presumptuous,” Baz said nonetheless, to remind both of them that he was in control of this too.
“What can I say, I’m confident.Try not to miss me too much in the meantime.”
“Won’t be an issue.”He put on his silky wine-red robe and walked Sami to the door.Better to see him out than risk him hiding away and spending the night going through Baz’s stuff after all.
“Can I order you a taxi or something?Make up for the pain of the spilled coffee?”
Sami’s kiss-swollen lips curled into a soft smile.“Aww.Look at you being a gentleman.”
“Shut up.I don’t know what hole you live in.If you get murdered, they’ll find my DNA on you.”There were no innocent explanations for that.
“I’ll manage.But thanks,” Sami chuckled.Two fingers traced along Baz’s jaw.“Goodnight, honey.”Sami flicked his chin.What was wrong with him?
“You’re insufferable.”So why did Baz have to fight the corners of his mouth to stay in place?
“So you’ve said.See you tomorrow, Baz.”
After a last, lingering look, Sami let himself out and slammed the door shut with no respect for other people’s property or the late hour.What a piece of work.
Baz’s eyes got caught on the white envelope, abandoned on the kitchen counter.Right, that.Time to find out just how much Sami had screwed him.
Baz ripped it open and pulled out the pages.
No header from the firm, no address.Not even a handwritten note.Just two blank sheets of paper.
What the hell?
Chapter nine
Thescentofoakmossand sex clung to the sheets.Baz didn’t have it in him to change them; he was stuck staring at the wet spot Sami had left, glistening in the moonlight.
What the hell had possessed him to let Sami-fucking-Adam crawl into his bed?Dropping all caution just because an infuriatingly handsome guy batted his little lashes at him… he had acted like a horny teenager.
If Sami didn’t stay true to his word, if he blabbed to Ian, the mere accusation that Baz used him to gain access to privileged information could ruin everything he had worked for.How had he managed to brush that aside in the moment?What was it about Sami that disabled his common sense?
Well, he knew what.That body, Sami’s clever mouth, those shameless moans and that pleasure-ridden face… A hot flash chased through Baz all the way to his toes.
Could mistakes feel so good when making them?
Had it been a mistake?
It wasn’t exactly unthinkable that the guy acted on attraction alone.Baz prided himself on taking good care of his appearance.If all were as it seemed… Then he wouldn’t be left with an envelope of plain paper and that damn hickey, would he?
He traced along his neck.He still felt the phantom touch of Sami’s caress, the tender spot where his lips had abused his skin.He could still feel the heat of Sami’s naked body rubbing against him… His dick twitched, begging to be reunited with Sami already.
Baz squeezed a pillow over his face to suffocate his groan.He was hopeless.Why were forbidden fruits the sweetest?
By the time the morning sun coated his apartment in its warm amber light, his stomach was one huge, solid knot.Time to face the music.
Part of him considered wearing the polyester abomination to appeal to Sami’s love for games, entice him enough to keep his mouth shut—but no.Baz hadn’t sunk that low just yet.If it turned out he had fallen for a trap, then he’d go down in style.
He put on his blue-checked Hugo Boss suit, the first designer one he bought for himself after he received his acceptance letter from UChicago Law.Here was hoping Aya was right and looking invincible truly made him invincible too.
He moved his head in front of the mirror, back and forth, up and down, even filmed himself from a higher angle, but the hickey was never visible.At least there was that.
So long as Sami wasn’t a liar, all they needed to do was to act normal, and no one would suspect a thing.Baz could do that.
Could Sami?
