Page 73 of Devil's Kiss

“Not a problem, since I’m not opposed toanyposition.” Dylan winked and shoved his hand into the potato chip bag.

Derek narrowed his eyes. “You do know I’m going to use the fact you’re stuffing your face to my advantage tomorrow, right?”

“Oh, you mean you’re gonna kick my ass harder than usual? As if I didn’t already know that.”

“As if you don’t enjoy it.”

“Keep telling yourself that. Generally I only like taking orders when fully naked, but something about you bossing me around while I’m in a weight room full of ripped men makes me all tingly. So I keep coming back for more.”

Derek chuckled and looked back to the flowers on the counter. “So where the hell did those come from?”

“I have no clue. But they ain’t for me.”

Derek whipped his head around to see Dylan’s pearly grin flashing at him with blinding perfection. “How do you know?”

“Hmm…well, I was going to go with ‘I’m not really the roses type.’ But really, it was this.”

Dylan held out a small envelope and Derek looked at the printed name across the front:He-Man.

Fucking Jordan. What is he up to now?

“I’m assuming that’s you,He-Man. Does it ring any bells?”

Oh, just one,Derek thought as his balls tightened and he looked back to the roses again. Jordan had sent him flowers?What the…?

“Yeah, it’s for me.”

“Secret admirer?” Dylan asked, chomping down on another chip.

Secret something, all right.“Nah, just a friend thinking he’s funny, that’s all.”

Though he’d been headed toward the couch, Derek decided it would be best if he went to his room to open up the card. As he passed by Dylan, he snatched the bag of chips out of his hands, opened the trash can, and tossed it in. “No more of those if you want to make your weigh-in before the shoot next weekend.”

“Hardass.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, pretty boy.”

Dylan made his way to the couch, while Derek headed to his room. Once he was there, he sat on his bed and leaned up against the wall as he opened the envelope.

When he drew the card out he read the words once, twice, and then a third time to make sure he’d read them correctly.

Date One

Tomorrow night - Pearson’s Total Fitness - Empty it by eight.

You’regoing to workmeout.

So get ready, I’m coming for you.

That bossy shit.What kind of card was that to send with flowers?

Apparently the kind he appreciated,because Derek’s palm had moved to the hard length of his shaft beneath his shorts as he read it over and over again.

Jordan had lost his mind. Making demands that he empty out his place of business so he could…could…what, exactly?As far as Derek knew, Jordan wasn’t exactly the kind to sit through a weight session. He was more the yoga type. And the bossy top type.

Picking up his cell phone, Derek opened the contacts and called Jordan. It connected in less than one ring, and he didn’t want to admit how satisfying that felt.

“Derek?”