Page 194 of Just for the Plot

“It’s true. Do we need to revisit how quick you got off this morning when I had you on the kitchen counter?”

“You were putting ice on your tongue and flicking my clit. I had no chance.”

“So what you’re saying is…you want a repeat? Not a problem. Just take these pants off.”

I chuckle while stopping him. “She’s going to be here any minute. Just wait until she’s gone and then you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Is that a promise?”

“As if you need a promise,” I say, leaning into him. “The moment she’s gone, I’ll be shedding your pants off.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” His lips find my neck and I sigh into him as his hands roam my body and he kisses all the way down my neck and starts tugging on my shirt again.

“Bennett.” I laugh just as there’s a knock at the door.

“Fuck,” he mutters and then pulls away, planting a kiss on my lips and then going to answer the door.

Without a hello, Gretchen steps into the apartment and says, “I don’t make house calls, so there better be a reason for this.” She walks right past Bennett and straight to the dining room table, where she takes a seat, crossing one leg over the other. When she looks between us, her expression falls to irritation as she says, “I knew it.”

She then reaches into her bag and pulls out a folder.

“Knew what?” I ask, joining her at the table, along with Bennett.

“Knew that you two were fucking.”

Wow, way to be eloquent.

She pulls out a pen, slaps open the folder, and pushes a document toward me. “Fill this out and sign at the bottom.”

“What is that?” Bennett asks, taking the form from me before I can even start reading it.

“It’s an NDA. If you two are an item, she needs to fill it out. I make every person I work with who is dating someone, or in your case, fucking, fill it out.”

“We’re more than just fucking,” Bennett says, insulted by the term, which I think is pretty cute.

“Call it what you want, but I need that signed and I won’t be leaving until it is.”

“It’s fine,” I say, grabbing the form.

“No, babe, you don’t just sign something because someone tells you to.”

“It’s an NDA, as if I’d say anything about us to anyone else. Plus, I already signed one for the book stuff.”

“That’s why you don’t have to sign it, because I trust you.”

“That’s cute,” Gretchen says. “But unfortunately, trust doesn’t get you anywhere in this business, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. She needs to sign it. It will protect you from any backlash if this relationship ever comes to an end.”

“It’s not going to end,” Bennett practically growls at Gretchen.

“I’m sure it’s not, but she still needs to sign it.”

“It’s fine,” I say, trying to grab the form again.

“Just let me look through this for a second,” he says, scanning through the pages.

And I let him, because it’s cute that he wants to protect me. As he reads, I awkwardly smile at Gretchen and say, “I like your nails.”

They’re painted a matte black, very businesslike and dark…probably like her soul.