Page 26 of Desperately Seeking Kitty
He did have a fine posterior and a nicely shaped cock, at least through his trousers. And really when it came to sex, what more did you need?
It wasn’t as if I was going to marry the dude.
And screw it, I was trying this whiskey.
Steeling myself, I tossed back a healthy swallow and tried to keep from choking as flames singed my throat and fireballed straight into my chest. I stumbled into the hall, pressing my spine to the wall while I tried to get control of myself without waking Clint.
No worries there. He never batted one long dark eyelash.
Once the heat began to settle, I lifted the bottle experimentally and tried again. And again.
And maybe a few moreagainsfor good measure.
I moved my party for one into the living room and went back to editing while I drank straight out of the bottle and waited for sunrise. I didn’t have to wait long.
A text came in from Magnus and I peered at it with one eye open.
Mag
Can you take a rush from LaToya? She just finished her latest Vortex mystery. Needs it edited by Thanksgiving weekend.
LaToya was one of my favorite clients, so I started to reply in the affirmative until I remembered how behind I was. I really shouldn’t take on any more work until I was caught up. As it was, I’d be scrambling all week.
Eh, what the hell. It wasn’t as if I had any plans with family or friends. As usual.
Kitty
Sure. Tell her we can do it. She knows how much I love her mysteries.
I went back to editing Rina and Sven, expecting the conversation to be over.
So you don’t have plans for the holiday?
With a boozy sigh, I answered him.
No, why would I?
I don’t know. You do have a father.
I snorted loudly enough I feared I’d awakened Clint.
He’s the turkey, he’s not about turkey.
Man, I was positively hilarious when I was half drunk. Or perhaps more than half.
So you don’t want to do something else instead?
I frowned.
Like what?
Well, I was thinking of coming for a visit.
Why?
Smooth, Kitty. Real smooth. Try not to insult your only friend, okay?
I took another gulp as a sound came from the bedroom. Was that grunt Clint or had Lucky pulled down my mini plant shelf in the bathroom again?
