"Cole, the proteins can wait till later.Now it's time to enjoy these babies."I sit on the floor cross-legged.A second later he does the same, and we moan simultaneously as we take our first bite.I can't help but stare at him as lets out a satisfied sigh while enjoying another bite.
"These are incredible," he mumbles with a full mouth.
In these moments, the more relaxed side of his personality shows itself, and I like it.He shrugs when he sees me staring."What?"
"You look different.""In what way?"
"More relaxed.You always seem to be so serious about everything you do."
He stops chewing, and his forehead shows a frown."What is wrong with being serious?"
"Hey, easy," I reply when his posture becomes rigid."I'm not saying there's anything wrong with being serious.But I wonder if you forget to relax and have fun."
"You think I don't do that?"
"Honestly?No.Or better said, not enough.Tell me.What do you do to release excess stress, Cole?"
His lips turn into a stripe as he thinks."I work out or hang out with Brian and Nick."
"Oh, come on.Even in your workouts, you're focusing on perfecting your performances.That doesn't count."
"It does."A stubborn expression set on his face as he devours the last bit of his donut.
"No, it doesn't," I counter.
"Okay then, Miss Perfect.What do you do when you're stressed out?"
"I dance.After a night of shaking my ass, I always fall into a deep sleep."
"Oh, really?That's interesting."He taps a finger to his lips."Which of the following two options causes you to sleep the deepest, dancing or an orgasm?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"I stand up and stick the last bite of donut in my mouth.Cole jumps to his feet and takes a step towards me.
"You don't have to answer, don't worry.I already know, because I've witnessed from up close how deep you sleep after an orgasm."
I push my finger into his chest."Don't flatter yourself, Walker.Last night was fine, I give you that, but if that was all you’ve got, I guess you're not making it onto my top three ranking list of the greatest orgasms I've had."
I give him a wink, and as I want to turn around, he stops me by pulling me against his chest.With one powerful arm wrapped around my waist, he holds me in place.
"Look at me."
As always, my eyes dart up hearing that authoritative tone of his, and as I meet his gaze, they keep mine hostage.
"I've thought long and hard about our conversation yesterday.
And I've concluded that I might have said no too early."
"What?"I whisper."Is that your way of telling me you changed your mind?"
"Yes, but...""But what?"
He lets go of me, and after walking to the bench and pulling something out of his workout bag, he returns out and hands me an envelope.
"If you sign the papers inside this envelope, my answer is yes.""What is this?"I ask while taking the envelope from him.
"It's a contract that I put together last night.""Are you joking?"
"No.But if you want to have this dick"—he grabs my hand and plants it on his crotch— "it will be on the terms I've drawn up."
