A cozy corner - II

"And?" Killian lightly lifted one of his eyebrows. "Do continue." 

Brandon knew he did not need to continue, he had figured why Killian had been after him. It was right there, in front of him. In fact, if he had done something like what Killian had done, he would have moved forward in the same direction. 

He picked up the glass containing the frizzy, dark liquid and took a long sip of it. It was refreshing. Keeping it down, he looked at his boss, right into his eyes.

"You have it with you, don't you? Give it to me and I'll sign it right away." 

At least his boss had the decency to look confused. Killian tilted his head lightly to the side. "What?" He asked. 

Brandon wanted to roll his eyes "The NDA. Is that not why you are here? Give me the agreement and I'll sign it in front of you." 

The corner of Killian slip lifted. "That was very quick for you to figure out." 

Obviously. "Why else would you bother to show up here? This could have been done, but just a phone call. You did not have to show up where I live. That's an invasion of privacy." 

It was not like Brandon was very obsessed about his privacy, he could not give a damn about it. His life had been public for as long as he had known. However, in front of Killian, he would try to maintain as much distance as possible in between them. That Included Killian being away from the place he lived in. 

"Brandon," Killian leaned forward and placed his hands on the table. "I'm not here to make you sign an agreement. At least not a non-disclosure kind." 

But a non-disclosure agreement only made sense. What other kind of paper was talking about? I'm not going to sign anything other than an NDA Limited to Just one page.  

He narrowed his eyes at a random spot on the table. I am in no way signing anything that is longer than one page. I'm not falling into that crap.

"What kind of NDA are you talking about?" 

"The kind of where you reserve yourself only for me, until I choose to let you go." Killian's smirk somehow turned sensual, and sexual. 

"A.. A con-contract of intimate relations between you and.. I?" Brandon chose his words very carefully, focusing on them being appropriate rather than vulgar. 

Lord above, let it be that my ears are ringing, and he did not say that. 

Killian chuckled but there was no laughter there. It seemed blank like his eyes. "A contract about fucking, yes. Exactly that." 

A sinking sensation appeared in the pit of his stomach. He had not enjoyed any of our transpired at the top of the building that night. He would have given anything in his capability to forget that and Killian was asking him to do exactly the same thing, but multiple times, until he wanted to give it all up. 

"This is a horrifying idea. I'm not going to sign anything like it, I'm not going to think of doing anything like that with you. I'm not gay." For once, the words slipped out of his mind confidently. 

"I am interested in girls. I fuck girls and that's it. If I'm going to think about a relationship with anyone, it's going to be a woman with a pair of tits and arse. Nobody fucking else, especially not a man." Brandon stood up, keeping his head high as a procedure to move out of the booth.