The Kiss Contract - Part 1
by Aurora Bisou
OMG.
I’m in deep shit.
Lol, if I had a penny for every time you IB’d me that at work...
Hey! I go to you because you’re the only guy I trust, ok?
And it’s BAD this time.
Help!
All right, what?
I was processing a contract for a $100,000 deal for Apple stock…
And I added two extra zeros.
WHAT??
You processed a $100,000 deal for $10,000,000???
Not helping…
IDK how it happened.
I guess the key stuck?
Breathe.
Here’s what you’re gonna do.
Come clean to the broker.
Maybe he can save or amend the deal.
Then come to McKellan’s for a tequila shot.
On me.
Ok, good plan.
God, that’s exactly what I need right now.
You ALWAYS make me feel better.
Why didn’t things work out when we dated?
Because you didn’t think I was good enough for you 😉
Oh, Neil, you know it wasn’t that.
It just wasn’t right.
It felt like I needed something more…
Didn’t you need something more?
Not me.
You made me happy, Kim.
But I’m not gonna force you into something you don’t want.
Neil…
Seriously, it’s fine.
I want to be with someone who wants to be with me.
And we still get to be friends, right?
Of course.
Good. Because I like helping you with your emergencies.
The contract!
Shit, I better go reach out to the broker.
Wish me luck.
I don’t have to - you got this.
Thanks.
Let’s plan on drinks around five?
Imma have to GTFO as soon as I can.
Haha, sounds good.
3 hours later
Ready?
Just have to finish up two things…
Ugh, you work too hard.
That’s because it doesn’t feel like work to me.
Well I brought my sketch pad, so…
I’m gonna go creep on some people in the bar and draw.
Nice - don’t start on the hard stuff without me.
Deal.
No promises about the wine list though.
You said you’re paying for all of this?
Easy, Kim…
A man could go broke supporting your Merlot habit.
But of course I’ve got you.
You’re the best!
40 minutes later, a disheveled Neil Morris walks into the pub.
His tie is loose around his neck and his hair is mussed in a sexy bedroom style.
When he gets close to her seat at the bar,
Kim can’t help but run her fingers through it.
I like the ‘do
What? I didn’t get a haircut.
No, it’s all messy. You know I like it like that.
Oh, I didn’t even think of that, to be honest.
I guess I was pulling at it while I was figuring out my deal.
Such a hard worker.
Did you do it?
Do what?
Figure out the deal?
You know I did.
Damn straight - you always do.
Kim lifts her glass in salute, wobbling slightly.
Neil reaches out his hand and holds her steady.
Careful…
So were you waiting here a long time?
It didn’t feel like it, because I was drawing.
I sketched four people - wanna see?
Hell yeah. I love your stuff.
Thanks. I was pretty into this guy.
Wait, WHAT?!
Kim, I know we’re friends, but I still don’t want to hear that.
Relax. Him - with the wispy white beard that goes into his lap.
He was so fun to sketch.
Whoa, that dude is gnarly!
Haha, you definitely can’t pull off “gnarly.”
I can too - I’m from California, remember?
I can also pull off “hella.”
As in, you look hella beautiful.
Oh god, my eyes just rolled so hard they hurt.
Anyway, take your tequila shot. I already ordered them so they’d be waiting for you.
Damn woman, you take care of me.
To us taking care of each other today.
To us taking care of each other. Period.
Kim eyes Neil over the shot glass, but decides to let the toast stand.
He isn’t wrong. He saved her.
Plus, it’s Neil - she trusts him implicitly.
Another!
You sure?
It’s Tuesday night—we probably should go easy on the shots.
Let’s go back to wine. I’ll treat you to a bottle of La Mondotte…
I want a shot.
God, I just need to relax after today.
Okay, then give me your hand.
Neil…
No, seriously.
Kim places her hand in Neil’s palm,
Feeling the zing of electricity when their skin comes into contact.
Softly but firmly, with the pad of his thumb,
Neil begins to work small circles into Kim’s muscles.
Oh my god, that feels amazing.
Careful, Kim…
If you keep making those sounds…
Neil!
What?
I’m still a guy.
And as much as I want to be your friend, Kim - you’re making sex noises.
Well, that hand massage basically feels like sex.
You don’t know how cramped my muscles were from sketching.
They always get cramped after you sketch.
You told me that once.
You remembered?
Of course I did.
I remember everything you tell me.
Kim searches Neil’s blue eyes for a long moment.
When the silence becomes palpable,
She clears her throat.
Let’s order that bottle of wine after all.
12 hours later, Kim wakes up in a strange room…
Or maybe, the strangest thing about it…
Is how familiar it feels.
Within seconds, she hears a voice in her ear -
A voice she’d know anywhere.
What the HELL did we do last night?!
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