Page 33 of A Taste For Trouble
“Missing him so much, are you?” he snapped, as he took off his tie and threw it on the kitchen island. He had just returned from a business dinner and looked grumpier than I’d ever seen him.
“What’s your problem?” I snapped back. “All I did was ask a question.”
“My problem is that you seem to shed glitter wherever you go! Are you making itwithinyour body?”
“What’s your issue with glitter?” I demanded, and he let out an angry laugh.
“I havenoissue with it except when it makes me feel like I’m living in a strip club. Tell me why my best tie is coated in glitter and cat fur.”
“Ugh! I’m sorry. Sweetpea must have rolled over one of my notebooks and then gotten into your closet,” I said apologetically, but it only made him angrier.
“Why is your cat even getting into my closet? Isn’t the rest of the apartment enough for him? Can’t you keep him out of my room?”
“I’m trying my best, Dominic. But he’s a fucking cat, and they always like to go exactly where they shouldn’t. I don’t know why, but he has a thing for your closet.”
“That little asshole is trying to assert his dominance over me by putting his fur all over my stuff,” accused Dom, and I tried not to laugh at his paranoia.
“I really don’t think he’s capable of so much critical thinking. He’s just a cat,” I pointed out.
“A demon cat,” insisted Dom. “Well, you tell him if I find even one strand of his fur on my clothes again, I’m shaving him bald.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I snarled, crossing my arms over my chest and tapping one foot angrily.
“Don’t try my patience, Rose,” warned Dom.
“Or what?” I hissed, getting in his face.
His gaze dropped to my lips, and for one wild moment, I thought he was going to kiss me, but the bastard seemed to have an iron control over his willpower. He merely snorted in disgust and walked out of the room.
As if it were so easy to control Sweetpea. Short of keeping him in a crate all day, there was no way I could keep him out of Dom’s room. I didn’t know how he got in and out of any part of this house. But Houdini was nothing on my cat. He was the ultimate breakout artist.
I did a load of laundry and was putting it away when I found one odd pink sock. What was odd wasn’t that it was just one pink sock, but the fact that it wasn’t mine. It looked like it belonged to a giant. And the only giant in these parts was a grumpasaurus that could breathe fire.
Ugh! I really didn’t want to fess up to Dom that I had dyed his sock pink. I mean, what was it even doing in my laundry basket? I decided to go on the offensive this time. If he thought he could sneak in pieces of his laundry into my basket and make me do it for him, he had another think coming, I decided, as I marched out of my room in search of him.
I finally ran him to ground on one of the terraces where he had a home gym set up. As if the gym two floors down wasn’t good enough for him. Hmph! Did he have to look so hot doing pull-ups on the bar? And why couldn’t he put on a shirt while he was at it? There was a very impressionable cat around the house, and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.
One look at his deliciously bare torso, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I flung the pink sock at his chest.
CHAPTER 16
DOMINIC
One minute, I was doing pull-ups at the bar, and the next minute, something soft hit my chest. I looked down in surprise, and it was a sock. A pink sock. Wait a minute! This was my sock! Why the fuck was it pink?
I looked up and found Rose glaring at me.
“Why did you dye my sock pink?” I yelled. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Ohmigod! First of all, I didn’t do it on purpose. And secondly, what was your sock doing in my laundry basket? Are you trying to get me to do your laundry by sneaking stuff in with my clothes?”
I wondered if all the glitter-inhalation had finally melted her brain.
“Why would I just put one sock in if I wanted that? I would at least have put the pair. And I don’t need you to do my laundry when I have a housekeeping team to do it. If you want to blame someone, blame your useless cat.”
“Don’t you say anything about my cat,” she raged, taking one step towards me. And then she froze. And shook her head, as if she couldn’t believe what was happening.
“I’m turning into a shrew,” she said, sounding dazed. “And it’s all your fault.”
