“The clause specifically states that sexual relations are forbidden during the trial phase of the program.” She swallowed thickly. Her mouth felt a bit dry. “It refers to this twice.” She looked down at the document in her hand and at the passage in question. She had underlined those specific parts of the document.
Brant sighed, sounding like he had pretty much had enough of this whole thing. “We are in the trial phase. That puts you in breach.”
“Yeah, but if you refer to the contact document page”—she flipped through the contract several times before she found the right page—“five. Clause 8.1b. Specific Trial phase sessions are referred to.” She mentioned the three time slots of half an hour each before turning the page. “On page six…um…clause 10 it mentions that the trial phase will take place in the West block in room A and room B.” She went on.
“Look…” Brant sounded irritated. He shoved a hand through his hair. “I’ve had just about enough of this. Get to the point. As far as I can see, you are in breach. Done freaking deal and enough said. You have even admitted to having sex…several times…with a vampire. You have one minute to make your point or I’m having you physically removed.” His eyes were dark and intense. His voice, deep and commanding. For just a second, she was tempted to apologize and be on her way but she knew she was right about this. It wasn’t even about the money anymore. King Brant was a dick and she’d had just about enough of him. King Zane wasn’t much better since he just sat there yawning every few minutes like he couldn’t wait for this to end regardless of who was right and who was wrong.
“I’m not one of your vampires. You can’t order me around and treat me like a piece of dirt under your boot. Quite frankly, I don’t understand why your people haven’t kicked you off your throne and your high horse.” Oopsie. She hadn’t meant to say that, but quite frankly he deserved it.
His face turned ruby red and his eyes blazed.
Zane burst out laughing. “I like you, human.” He turned his gaze to York. “I can see what you saw in her.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Brant roared.
“We’re all ears, human. This had better be good.” Zane rose up in his chair and she felt like cowering on the ground in front of him. She turned to face Brant, seeing his hard eyes gave her the push she needed to continue. This asshole needed to be brought down a couple of rungs. It was clear that no one ever stood up to him.
Cassidy licked her lips. Crunch time. “York and I had sex in our own personal time. The document specifically refers to no sexual relations during the trial session, it then goes on to define what times trial sessions occur and even gives the location of the trial sessions. I was not in breach. We had sex outside of the trial sessions as specified in here. We weren’t anywhere near the building in question.” She picked up the document.
Brant’s eyes narrowed on her. “Give me the contract.” He held out his hand. For a second she was afraid that if she gave him the document that he would tear it up. With a shaking hand, she finally handed it to him. It wasn’t like she could prevent him from doing it if he really wanted to.
Brant spent a few minutes paging and reading, paging and reading some more. Then he grabbed the phone on the table in front of him and pushed a few buttons. After a few beats, someone on the other end answered.
“Carlyle, would you care to explain a few things to me?” Brant paused while someone talked on the other end. He went on to explain the situation and read out the clauses to the person on the other end.
“What do you mean it’s a loophole?” he growled. After a moment, he cursed loudly and more than once. “I know we agreed to tweaking the document, but this is more than a fucking tweak.” He listened for half a second. “Don’t tell me to calm down.”
Brant’s eyes were glowing, belying his emotional state. Arousal was obviously not the only catalyst. “You will fix it today and at your own expense or I’m firing your fucking ass. Am I clear?” He listened to the reply. “Good.” He snarled, dropping the phone on the table. It was a wonder the screen didn’t shatter it fell so hard.
He ran a hand through his hair. Brant pointed at her. “You get to stay on a technicality, under the new terms of payment.” He sounded like he was choking on the words. Like it was hurting him to say them.
Cassidy had to force herself to hold in a smile that threatened to crack her face in half.
“The loophole is being rectified as we speak. Everyone will be expected to sign the amendment. If the two of you so much as fucking look at one another again, so help me…there will be hell to pay. Contracts aside, you need to agree to stay away from York for the duration of this trial?”