Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Will you accept a contract with me if I bid for you?” the agent murmured, stroking Sam’s cheek with his knuckles.
Instead of answering, Sam turned his head and nuzzled into Agent 11’s hand. Before he could think twice, he kissed it softly.
For a fraction of a second, there was a strange look in the other man’s eyes, but it was gone so quickly that Sam wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined it.
Agent 11 smiled at him. “I will see you later, then.”
And then he stepped back—and Sam realized with a sinking feeling that he’d completely forgotten that Brylsko was just a few feet away, watching them.
“Shall we take a look at other pets?” Agent 11 said, shifting his gaze to Brylsko.
Brylsko looked from Sam to Dominic, his face unreadable, before nodding and moving to the next pet.
Sam dropped his gaze, forcing himself not to stare at Agent 11’s retreating back.
* * *
Eight people made bids for him. Eight.
It blew Sam’s mind that eight people wanted him enough to buy him for an outrageous amount of money.
Rich people were bloody crazy.
In the end, “Dominic Bommer” won the auction. Brylsko hadn’t made any bids for him—he’d bought a gorgeous dark-haired girl—but Sam had caught him looking at him a few times. Sam wasn’t sure what to make of it. Did Brylsko suspect something?
Sam was still mulling it over as he and “Dominic Bommer” dealt with formalities. For an illegal auction, there was a surprising amount of paperwork. It seemed the auction organizers were nothing if not thorough. Out of curiosity, Sam skimmed over his contract and almost gaped when he saw the outrageous “allowance” Dominic had offered to pay him every month.
Finally, after what felt like ages, Agent 11 steered him toward what was likely his cabin. Sam went obediently, trying to ignore the touch on his lower back. God. How was he supposed to concentrate on the job when he seemed to lose all his focus every time this man touched him? This was starting to get really annoying.
The door shut after them and Sam looked around the cabin. It was spacious and comfortable. Sam’s suitcase was already there, by the huge bed that dominated the cabin. Sam licked his lips and turned to look at his partner.
Agent 11 was unbuttoning his suit jacket, his eyes sweeping around the cabin in a seemingly casual manner, but Sam knew he was looking for bugs. He had been warned about this. Until the agent confirmed that the cabin was free of bugs, they had to keep playing their roles.
“What would you like me to do, sir?” Sam said softly.
Agent 11 winced a little, shrugging out of his jacket and going to the wardrobe to hang it. “First of all, don’t call me sir. Dominic is fine.”
Sam nodded, mouthing the name silently. He probably needed to start thinking of the agent as Dominic. He couldn’t afford to give them away.
“What would you like me to call you?” Dominic said, loosening his tie, his dark eyes hooded and deceptively tired as they continued sweeping over the cabin.
Sam frowned, not understanding the question. “Sammy?”
Dominic chuckled, his tanned fingers unbuttoning his white shirt in a manner that was entirely too distracting. Sam tried not to stare at first, but then he figured that Sammy the Sugar Baby would totally ogle his sugar daddy, especially when he was that hot.
“Some people have an aversion to pet names,” Dominic clarified, letting his shirt fall open, revealing his broad, muscular chest and absolutely mouthwatering set of abs, with a trail of dark hair disappearing into his waistband.
Sam almost whined at the unfairness of it. Why were the hot ones always straight?
“Sammy?”
Sam blinked and tore his gaze from Dominic’s happy trail.
Dominic raised his eyebrows a little.
Sam flushed, realizing that he had been caught all but drooling. He batted his eyelashes. “What? Can’t a bloke look at his hot sugar daddy?”
Dominic’s expression became amused. “Good to know you don’t find me repulsive.” He glanced at the contract he’d put on the table. “We need to talk about it, by the way. But first, go take a shower. You stink.”
“I don’t!”
“You stink of other men who touched you.”
The slight sneer on Dominic’s lips was perfect, his expression a bit derisive, but mostly possessive. Sam felt like applauding his acting.
He couldn’t, of course.
Instead, Sam put on his most cheeky smile. “Will you join me?”
Dominic’s lips twitched. “Maybe. If you’re very good.”
Smiling, Sam grabbed his pajamas from his suitcase and went to the en-suite bathroom. As instructed in the pre-mission briefing, he stripped quickly and started the fancy shower, putting it on the highest setting. If the cabin was bugged, the shower was the only place they could talk in without being overheard. God, he hoped the cabin wasn’t bugged. He wasn’t sure he could act like Sammy the Sugar Baby all the time. At least he didn’t have to pretend to be attracted to his sugar daddy.