The Closer (18+) ✓

| 4.1 | terms and conditions

❝I don't need you, my touch is better

I'm rolling much hotter❞

Chapter Four:
Terms and Conditions

Impulsive decisions were never really my thing. In fact, if I had an actual choice, I wouldn't be doing any of this. I wouldn't be voluntarily plunging into enemy lines by accepting this job offer. I wouldn't be moving from Seattle to Washington D.C and starting my life all over again. And I definitely wouldn't be sitting in the front seat of Hans Castellan's car, sulking and staring out the window as he drove. But that's the funny thing about life isn't it? At one point or another, it'll pull an atomic wedgie on your ass. All you can do then is suck it up. Literally.

I would have been more appreciative of the fact that I was sitting in the front seat of an Audi RS 7, a luxury car I could only dream of owning, but my sour mood left no room for positivity.

"Is this really necessary?" I grumbled and turned to look over at the driver's seat. Hans didn't bat an eyelash in my direction but I made it a point to stare angrily at him until he did. After a good two minutes, he cleared his throat and said an exasperated, "Yes."

"But why do I have to be there for this? I have better things to do you know."

"Like pack your bags in Seattle?" Hans smiled , a little too widely. That smug bastard had me and he was rubbing it all over my face. Before I could come at him with another retort, he pulled into the parking of a Starbucks, the last place I'd been expecting him to take me to. "Now stop getting your panties in a twist and follow me." He didn't let me get a word in, stepping out of his car. I half-expected him to cross over and open my side for me but Hans just stalked off.

Cursing under my breath, I got out the car and closed the door with a gentle slam (gentle, for the car was too pretty). Jogging up to him just as he opened the door to the entrance, I punched him on the shoulder. To him, it probably felt like a gentle love tap.

"I demand an explanation," I said, but not too loudly having stepped inside already. The place was rather packed for eight o'clock on a weekday. I did a quick skim around before meeting Hans' eyes. In a steely commanding tone, he gave me one order.

"Behave."

That prompted a lot of interesting imagery in my head. I gulped, feeling my cheeks flush and broke our gaze. "Fine," I muttered and followed him as he took the lead, walking through the cafe toward the back corner, surprising me as he didn't make a move to order anything.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a rather attractive man seated at the leftmost booth. He looked a little familiar. Maybe he was a model? The deep caramel skin tone, ocher eyes, full lips and lean body...yeah, I wouldn't be surprised. It came to be a complete shock as it turned out this was the very man that Hans was walking toward in the first place.

"Ah, the man of the hour." The angel-slash-model stood up, his voice light, casual, friendly. To my complete astonishment, Hans let out a good-natured laugh and stepped forward, the two coming together in that bro-hug ritual known to all of mankind, thumping each other on the back.

"It's been a while, Jazz." It was like seeing Hans in an entirely new light. He grinned as he stepped back, the smile lighting up his face in a way I'd never seen before. They were both almost at an equal height, this 'Jazz' being an inch or two taller. Perhaps Hans was incapable of having friends that weren't on his gorgeous scale. I stopped gawking at the two of them and cleared my throat, bringing attention to myself. Both pairs of eyes fell on me, Hans' smile dwindling.