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What?I hesitate, not sure if I’ve heard her right. “I—”
“I have an audition tomorrow, and I must hold a cat wearing it. The lingerie is for cat food advertising, and they want me to dress sexy, to show that not all people who own cats are old and lonely.”
I try not to laugh. “Cats are great. And I think the cat will like the outfit,” I tell her. She smiles, happy with my answer, and sashays back to the change rooms.
“You don’t like cats, do you?” I jump at Dawson’s question as he leans over my shoulder, smirking.
Instantly, I try to put some distance between us. “Not at all. I hate cats. I’m more of a snake person,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Why is that, Honey? You don’t like their claws?” Before I can answer, he holds up a finger. “Because if I recall correctly, you certainly like to bite. Your teeth definitely left an impression on my cock.”
Heat flushes over my skin as I glance around to ensure no one can hear our conversation.
“I…” Dammit! He’s teasing me and taking great pleasure in it.
“Just gathering a list of things you like. Noted… dislike for cats.”
“Why does it matter what I like?”
Dawson reaches out for the gold necklace around my throat, inspecting the pot of honey pendant. It’s lame, but it’s my nonna's last gift, and I’ve worn it ever since. His fingers feather against my skin, and his touch freezes me in place. He then beams a sinful smile at me.
“Want to see something, Honey?” he asks.
I want to shake my head in answer, but instead, I nod submissively. It’s stupid, really. I bet everyone falls under his spell. Before I can resist, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the back of the shop. He steps intothe employees-only area, turns on the light, and then undoes his pants.
“I’m at work, Dawson,” I hiss out the words, more shocked than anything. Does he really think I will drop to my knees for him at work? I might have done it once, but that was different, and I never actually thought I’d see him again. He doesn’t listen to the worry in my voice. “I could get fired for you being back here,” I say, but my eyes don’t have conviction because they haven’t moved from his pants. Dawson pulls them down to where I can see the start of his shaft, and that’s when I notice a bit of redness. I lean in because I can’t possibly be seeing what I think I am. “Is that…”
“Your lips? Yes.” My hands fly to my mouth.
“Did you really get my lips tattooed on your cock? You do remember I bit it, right?” I ask, embarrassed. And shocked. Why would anyone do that? And yet, I can’t help but be flattered in a weird, twisted way. Does that make him messed up or me? Or both of us?
“Oh, I do.” He pulls his pants back up as my manager walks in. She stops in the doorway, and her gaze locks on us. I go to explain, but she smiles at Dawson.
“Hi, Dawson.”
“Hello, Alana,” he replies, letting her pass.
“You checking out the new employee? Honey has been amazing and the customers love her,” Alana says.
“I’m confused. Why would he care?” I ask Alana, but it’s Dawson who answers, “You are in my shop, Honey.”
What?
No.
What the fuck?
“But I thought…”
“Alana runs it for me, and she does a great job,” he states.
I blanch.Shit.Am I really working at his store?
“Dawson, I got what I need. Let’s go,” the beautiful brunette asking weird cat questions shouts from the front.
He leans in with a suggestive smile. “Now, if you will excuse me.” I feel his breath hot and heavy against my cheek, and all I can think about ishis cockandthat tattoo. Ofmy lips.My body floods with irrational need and heat like it had on that day at the wedding.
Fuck.
