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“Don’t ‘Toots’ me,” she huffed.
Christened Carolina, a name she hated, she was nicknamed Sugar because she was such a sweet child, but Kitt’s mother said she’d tried to disprove it since puberty by acting like a crab with cramps. Maybe that was the reason she was Kitt’s favourite relative. Perhaps she was drawn to unorthodox characters because she was their antithesis, or it might be that she was envious. Kitt would like to be as freewheeling but she’d always fallen short.
“He didn’t have that gold on his tooth before,” Sugar said, peering closer.
“It probably got chipped in a barroom fight,” Kitt said.
“You were always a good guesser, uh…” Rob’s eyes flicked shut again.
“If he’s forgotten my name, I’ll castrate him,” Kitt threatened, as she tried to decide whether to push him out the door or pull him in.
“And do the women of this world a disservice?” Sug chuckled. “I’m sure he remembers everything about you, Kitt. He’s an impudent young man, but he’s not dumb and he’s cute as a tick on a pup’s tail. Can you drag him inside?”
Her aunt was assessing her body build. Not waiting for the verdict, Kitt pulled on Rob’s feet. He couldn’t be an escaped convict. He was a flirt and a bounder, but he wasn’t a criminal. So she wouldn’t be aiding and abetting.
And it was easier to pull than push.
A shoe promptly came off and she took his ankles. She was short and when she’d put on the freshman fifteen in college, she looked like a Sumo wrestler so she’d joined the volleyball team to lose weight, and had gained strength as well as recovering her figure. Those muscles came in handy when fending off guys, but this was the first time she’d used them to drag one into the house.
When Rob’s head reached the threshold she stopped pulling and supported it while standing over his body and pushing his shoulders.
As she stood gasping over him, she thought she detected a grin on his face. “If you’re awake and…”
“I’m not. I swear.” He pulled a sober face and lay very still.
She looked up and saw Sugar holding a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
“You! You bas…” Kitt nudged him hard with the toe of her shoe.
He grinned and opened his eyes. “Never wear a short skirt when standing over a skank.”
She nudged him harder and he laughed out loud.
“Too bad you’re wearing panties.”
“You haven’t changed an iota, Rob Harrison.”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way, would you, sweetheart?”
Infuriated because he was half right, Kitt stalked off leaving her aunt to deal with Rob. Slamming her bedroom door behind her, she locked it. Tapping a finger against her chin, she then unlocked it. Locked it again. Unlocked. Locked. What was she thinking? Did she actually want him sneaking in the way he used to? Of course, that was in the house where she lived with her parents, and he’d come through the window, taking his life in his hands. Kitt’s father would have killed him if he’d known, and she’d have been grounded into the next century.
She wasn’t stupid. Everything about Rob was wrong for her and she knew it. When they were still in high school, he was the bad boy in town. The cute guy from the wrong side of the tracks who charmed every girl who came near him out of her pants. He was fun, he was wild, and charm oozed from his pores.
None of the girls cared that his dad was a lazy oaf who picked through people’s trash and littered his family’s yard with junk, or that Rob’s mother worked in ‘housekeeping’ at the town’s sleaziest motel. The high school heartthrob was a sex magnet and all the slutty females wanted to score with him and brag about it afterward. Their stories were so outrageous, Kitt didn’t believe half of what she heard. And whether it was his background or his prowess that made him off-limits, her stiff-backboned professor father and hoity-toity social climber mother were adamant she stay as far away from “that Harrison boy” as possible.
Aunt Sug liked him and said it was no wonder he was the way he was. God gave him good looks and charm, and that was all he had in this world, so he’d learned to use his assets, and you couldn’t fault him for that. Kitt supposed she was right, but she harboured a giant crush and was insanely jealous. No one, unless it was her aunt, would have suspected that of her. Kitt was such a goody-goody. Everyone who knew her probably thought she was a virgin. Who would have guessed she desperately wanted Rob of ill fame to fuck her?
Her pussy ached for him now. Dammit. Why couldn’t she sleep instead of thinking? Just because the sexiest guy on this earth was lying in the next room was no reason to toss and turn for—she checked the clock on the nightstand—one-and-a-half hours. He was probably still passed out, but what if he’d awakened and sneaked out? Fear gripped her.
She wanted him to still be there in the morning but what would she say to him if he was? If he had left, would she ever see him again?
She sat up in bed.
He might not have closed the front door and he certainly wouldn’t think to lock it. She’d better check.
Tiptoeing to the bedroom door which she seemed to have left unlocked after the bait and switch thing, she eased it open and…he was no longer lying on the moon-washed floor. Alarmed, she padded barefoot into the room. Had he left without any conversation whatsoever? She couldn’t bear it if she never got to see him again.
“Kitten.” A husky whisper laced with laughter emanated from the sofa.
