Page 74 of Rescued By the Beast
He's going to...
Mark hesitates for a second, then looks at me and lets out a low laugh.
"You found a way to open it, didn't you?" He kisses me on the top of my head. "You little troublemaker..."
His laugh melts any tension inside me.
He doesn't suspect a thing.
He didn't even notice the key missing from the kitchen key ring. As soon as he leaves for work, I need to put it back.
I just stare at him, blinking slowly, trying to look innocent.
He puts me down and stretches, relaxing his broad shoulders.
"I came because I sensed your fear, and the tracking on your collar led me to a certain point on the street, but I lost the signal as soon as you were out of danger." His voice is casual, without suspicion. "I'm glad to know that nothing bad happened to you."
He crouches down and strokes me under the chin.
I close my eyes and start purring. I'm so unaccustomed to such affection and pampering.
I'll really cry if this all ends.
When it's over...
One day I'll have to reveal myself, and that day needs to be soon, I can't live like this forever. I need him to help me find the witch to break this curse once and for all.
"I just want you to be safe, Kitten."
I hope he continues to feel this way afterwards...
Mark gets up, but he doesn't leave. Instead, he decides to work from home for the rest of the afternoon.
My plan has gone down the drain.
I'll have to wait until tomorrow to cover my tracks, put the key back in its place, and retrieve the clothes I left in the bushes.
Eventually, Mark stretches, gets up, and heads upstairs. I follow him, my paws gliding silently across the wooden floor. When we reach the bedroom, I jump onto the bed and he stands beside it, removing his T-shirt in one fluid motion. The garment falls to the floor, and I fight the urge to purr like a cat in heat.
Then he glances quickly in my direction, and without thinking, I hold my breath, motionless.
My body tenses up, every muscle tense, anxious.
Mark usually takes a change of clothes to the bathroom and changes there, but tonight he does something different. He is undressing in the bedroom, right in front of me, unaware that behind the cat there is a woman eager for a glimpse of what lies beneath those trousers...
His gaze, casual, without suspicion, moves on, as if I were a harmless presence. He continues to undress, unhurried, the zip of his jeans sliding slowly, almost cruelly, as if he wanted to make me yearn more with every passing second.
My curiosity keeps me rooted to the spot, unable to look away. Even though I know I should walk away, that what I'm doing is risky, wrong, my body won't obey. My eyes devour him, absorbing every detail with the hunger of a predator. He moves with a confidence that makes my stomach tighten, his muscular, defined hands sliding the zip down inch by inch, the gesture laden with a natural seduction that is impossible to ignore.
It's just a body, I try to convince myself, with painful effort.
Just a ridiculously sculpted body, but still, just a body.
He continues, the jeans sliding slowly down his long, powerful legs, muscles tense with every movement. When he steps out of his trousers, left only in his underwear, I feel a knot tighten in my chest.
The sight of his body, so perfect, so imposing, leaves me breathless.
My gaze remains fixed, riveted on every detail, as if I were hypnotised.
