Page 24 of One More Bad Boy

- Chapter Eight -

Bach

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My cock and my spiritboth leaped when she signed the contract.

Nothing had even happened yet, and I still felt like Amina had just handed me the front page of every magazine in town. And not because I'd been caught passed out naked in some girl's backyard pool.

I fingered the edge of the contract. It was still warm from her touch. I sucked up every little hint of her existence knowing I was obsessing helplessly over her.

"Bach," Violet called after me. She shut the doors behind her, leaving Amina alone inside the conference room. "We need to talk before you run off to your next meeting."

Did the paperwork smell like Amina? I inhaled, my nostrils flaring—it definitely did. Slapping the contract into Farrah's hands as I passed her desk, I said, "File that. Then inform every media outlet you can that Beats and Blast has just signed the hottest new singer of the year, and she'll be debuting exclusively tonight at the All That Glitters Gala."

"What?" Violet gasped.

My secretary took the contract, blinking over and over. "Um. Okay."

I kept going, a spring in my step. Violet hesitated, like she wanted to tell Farrahnotto do what I'd said, but she chased after me instead. "Bach! This is insanity! She isn't anywhere near ready for this!"

"I know. Set up an appointment with Silverwell's design firm. Get Amina in there today, she'll need to look good for her debut.”

"I am seriously going to shove my phone up your ass." Violet was cracking; she didn't usually get so crude, but I was pushing her. I didn't even feel bad about it, though, I was too damn excited.

She signed.

She's mine.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked, checking my watch. “I’ve got to call Mark Anderson to confirm Amina’s addition to the roster tonight.”

Violet walked beside me, two strides for each of mine. “You’re not going to reconsider?”

“No.”

“This is just as career-suicide as the SoCal Artist award, Bach!”

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