Page 34 of Falling for You

When I get back to the living room, Rex has made himself comfortable on my couch and my cat, Malcom, is on his lap.

“Well this is new,” I say, setting everything down beside the pizza.

“What is?”

“Malcom,” I explain, rubbing his head and noticing he’s purring. “He never sits with people. Even me. I’ve never once seen him willingly cuddle on someone’s lap like this and he rarely purrs. He’s such an asshole.”

“Really? That’s strange. He jumped right up on my lap.”

“Strange, indeed. You have special powers with cats?”

He blinks at me, smirks, and scratches under Malcom’s chin. He preens at the attention, stretching out his neck to give Rex better access. Reaches a paw across Rex’s lap, curling it around his thigh as if they’ve been friends for life.

“Hmm. Special powers with pussies. I suppose you could say that.”

Chapter Nine

Rex

I watchin fascination as what she just said registers with her. Now, I don’t mean to be crude but… really? Specialcatpowers? Pussy powers? Yes. Indeed I do have special pussy powers.

Without a doubt, I know that’s not what she meant but my brain went there anyway. I’m as bad as a fifteen-year-old who has sex on the brain 24/7. I don’t, though. Not really. It’s more that I love watching her blush and can’t help myself.

She snorts, lifts the lid on the pizza box and grabs a slice, placing it on a plate.

“Here you go, perv,” she teases.

I chuckle, accepting the plate and shift so I’m more comfortable. Malcom, however, doesn’t move a muscle except to climb farther into my lap.

“Thank you. And you’re the one who said it, not me.”

“It’s not what I meant, though!” she cries out.

“Ha!” I bark out a laugh, nudging her knee with mine. “I know, girl. I just can’t help but tease you. I’ve never seen someone be able to blush so easily.”

Chloe places a piece on another plate and doesn’t hesitate to dive in, white teeth sinking into the cheesy, saucy, meaty thin crust. She bites off a piece, chews, eyes roll back in her head a little bit and lets out a sexy as fuck moan while she relaxes into the couch.

Jana mentioned that she was exhausted and that she hadn’t had a chance to eat lunch or take much of a break between clients. I could tell she felt bad — she made it a point to tell me that it was her fault Chloe was too busy to get in touch with me.

I feel a little bad that I interrupted her quiet evening, which she was probably looking forward to. But I can’t say as though I regret coming over tonight, or the odd chain of events that brought me to her door step. What I told her earlier wasn’t a lie. The only difference is that I wasn’t even planning to stay. I knew she was exhausted and wanted to bring over a bunch of junk for her to binge on while kicking up her feet and watching TV, if that’s how she likes to relax. Then I saw the pizza guy getting out of his car and figured that would at least give me a chance to talk with her.

I told the idiot I was her boyfriend and his only response was shoving the boxes in my chest and saying “Cool, thanks.”

Damn high school punks. I could have been a creeper or stalker! Or… well, shit. I’m really not, though. Despite what the abundance of text messages I sent her this afternoon or the fact that I’m sitting here on her couch, eating some amazingly cheesy pizza with her cat on my lap.

“Are you freaked right now?” I ask her then take a huge bite.

“A little,” she admits sheepishly while covering her mouth since it’s full at the moment. “At the same time, not really.”

I lean over and pop the top off my coke, grateful as all hell that it’s not that bitter diet crap, and take a swig.

“Tell me something about yourself.” She turns to face me, propping a knee up against the back of the couch while balancing her plate on her other leg.

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything. I don’t know much about you besides the things I hear.”

“Things you hear, huh?”

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