Page 66 of The Agreement


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I shove the door open and step out when I hear, "Sparrow?"

I pause, wanting to ignore him. Yet my body, as always, seems to have a mind of its own when it comes to this man. So, I find myself turning to scowl at him. "What?"

"You forgot your handbag."

I blink rapidly. Then bend and snatch the bag from where I placed it on the seat next to me. I straighten and take a step back.

"Tomorrow. Six a.m. Don’t keep me waiting."

"Six a.m.?" I gape. "Did you say—"

"Six a.m." He tilts his head. "I need to get to practice. And you’re coming with me."

26

Cade

"She accepted the job offer?"

Declan glances down at me as he spots me on the barbell. We’re in the gym in the basement of the 7A Club in Piccadilly Circus. The place owned by Sinclair Sterling and JJ Kane has quickly become a favorite meeting place for me. It has the best bar and gym facilities in town, not to mention, enough security to make even a well-known Hollywood actor like Declan feel protected from the paparazzi.

I push up the bar that holds fifty percent more weight than what I’d normally bench press. My shoulders scream in pain, and my biceps protest. Maybe I have a point to prove to myself. Maybe I’m pissed off at having been so unyielding with her. Not like I had a choice. She seemed hell bent on turning down my offer of employment, and I wasn’t having that.

I’m well aware that Knight would tell me to keep my hands off Abby. I need to not be impacted by her sweet scent, those big eyes that seem to swallow up her face, her skin that seems softer than flower petals, those curves that call out for me to caress them, those tits so perfect, they invite me to bury my face between them, and other parts, too…and her thighs. Those fleshy, juicy thighs that make me want to bite them and mark them; then lick my way up between them until I stab my tongue in her hot, honeyed depths. The bar begins to slip from my grip, and once again, Declan grabs it and slams it down into its cradle.

"Jesus, King, can’t trust you to lift weights without trying to kill yourself, eh?” He pants.

More like, trying to kill the desire she invokes in me, this need to own her, to possess her, to rid myself of the yearning I’ve carried around for her for so very long, despite knowing it’s all wrong.

I push myself to sitting, and every muscle in my body protests. I push aside the pain, reach for my bottle of water, and chug it down.

"No, I’m not trying to kill myself, and to answer your earlier question, I didn’t give her a choice."

Declan wipes his face with the towel, then walks around to stand in front of me. "So, you forced her into taking the job with you?"

"It was the only way to ensure I could keep an eye on her."

His gaze narrows. "So, the only way you could ensure you were looking out for her was by having her take a job with you?"

"That’s what I said. Yes."

He stares at me.

I glower back at him. "You don’t believe me?"

He raises a shoulder. "It’s immaterial whether I do or don’t believe you. If you think this is the only way—"

"It is." I place the bottle of water on the floor, then rise to my feet and begin to stretch.

"Well, then, it must be true."

"It is." I stretch out my quads, then my arms, crack my neck, then head for the showers with Declan in tow. "How long are you in London for?"

"Until I finish the shoot."

"Is Solene with you?"

In the silence that follows, I glance sideways at him. His forehead is furrowed, his jaw tight.Uh-oh, guess not all is well with that relationship then."Everything okay?"

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