The Companion Contract by Solace Ames

Author:Solace Ames
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-03-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

I drove Emanuel to his afternoon business appointment. He rocked the passenger seat to make room for his legs and stretched back, unfolding himself in the small space with a kind of hulking delicacy.

“You should take a nap on the way to Hollywood,” I suggested. “Make sure you’re rested.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be fine.” He smiled at me, but I only looked out of the corner of my eye, because if I started looking I wouldn’t be able to stop, and traffic was picking up and I didn’t want to die, not after having just had the best sex in my life.

“I was thinking of getting my hair cut. Do you think I’ll have time before I need to pick you up?”

“Yes. We’ll be revising contracts until their office closes.”

“That’s usually the stuff a manager takes care of. Did you ever have one?”

“Never. Are you familiar with David Bowie?”

I nodded. Miles reminded me of him, a little bit. Maybe more Iggy Pop than Bowie.

“He was bankrupt by the end of the seventies. Managers stole all his money. When he resurrected his career, he made sure to never have a manager again. After a certain level, it makes more sense to hire lawyers and accountants and contractors to handle the business that needs to be handled. I noticed his example and the negative example of others.”

“So you do more boring paperwork, but you know where the money’s going. No creepy dudes siphoning it off.”

“Exactly.” He touched my hair, separating a lock and drawing it between his fingers.

I wondered how strong his need for control was.

“I was thinking of going pretty short,” I said, trying not to sound nervous and keeping my grip on the steering wheel relaxed. “I’ve always had long hair in the business because it’s part of the look they want.”

“Less of your shining hair, more of your beautiful face? As long as you’re happy, then so will I be.”

“Thanks.” The heat rose in my cheeks. I kept my eyes on the road. “I was hoping you wouldn’t tell me not to cut it. Which is kind of funny, because I like when you tell me what to do.”

“Your body is your own. You give it to me new each time.”

“I’ve had a lot of guys spout BDSM philosophy at me. Did I just say spout? Or maybe spurt. Whatever. But I like your version of it.”

The seat shook from his laughter. He slapped the glove box, filled the car with roaring good humor, and I laughed along with him, all trace of my nervousness gone.

He laughs at my terrible jokes.

I make him happy.

God, I want this to last.

We talked about music the rest of the way. There was so much I wanted to share with him, but I wasn’t desperate anymore, and I adored hearing his half-buried secrets and tricks of the trade. The way he told stories reminded me of Xiomara and Fausto, on the rare occasions when Fausto talked. They all

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