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“Kitt can take care of herself, and if that’s what she wants… I’m rather eager to get home myself.” He tapped his watch and raised one eyebrow again.
Suddenly, she got it. He wanted her to bring back his car tonight so they could work things out. Or in… She couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across her face as she thought about Rob’s cock sliding in and out of her.
His dimples twinkled as if he could read her thoughts and she felt the knot in her stomach and the ache in her pussy they always brought.
Suzette let him lead her away and Kitt’s passion gave way to worry. What was it with that woman and Rob? He said there was nothing romantic between him and Suzette, and Kitt almost believed him. She couldn’t imagine him making love with a woman who ordered him around. But then, why did he do her bidding?
Was Rob that bitch’s chauffeur? Her gigolo? Pimp? Kitt didn’t think he was in love with Suzette, but she wasn’t confident he wasn’t screwing her.
Rob and Suzette didn’t talk much on the way home but just before he walked her to the door, which was required of him, he remembered something Kitt had said. “I heard that Jay is a gold-digger, Suzette.”
“Gold-digger and my last name is Gold? How amusing.”
“I mean it, Suzette. Be careful.”
“And who gave you that morsel of wisdom? Your slutty little friend?”
“Watch your mouth.” Rob tried to swallow his anger and felt his face turn red. “I…I think a lot of Kitt. We’ve been friends since high school.”
Suzette touched the side of his face. They were standing on her front porch and the brass coach lights on either side of the door illuminated them. Rob knew the vein in his temple was standing out. It happened when he got really mad which was, quite rare these days. When he was a kid, he’d often got ticked off at his dad for not making more of his life and not providing better for his wife and kids.
“You’re serious about her, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“You haven’t told her what you do for a living, have you?”
“No, but there’s nothing wrong with what I do.” So why aren’t I proud of it?
“She might not like your working for me. Most women don’t like their men servicing other women. Which reminds me… At least I know now why you turned down my advances.” Suzette smiled coyly. “It’s not my lack of appeal.”
She thr
ust her boobs into his chest and rubbed up against his crotch. In spite of himself, Rob’s cock hardened. “Aha. You see?” She laughed gaily. “In case it doesn’t work out with her, you can call on me.
“Meanwhile, as for Jay being a gold-digger, I can’t believe that. Did you see that Porsche out front of The Silver Spoon? It’s his. Does that look like he needs a woman with money?” A fancy car didn’t prove anything. Look at him. He frowned. Suzette had touched upon his greatest fear. He had to find a way to start anew. Soon. He couldn’t profess his love or propose to Kitt unless he had a more socially acceptable job.
“Good night, my man.” Suzette squeezed his bicep.
Rob cringed. Kitt wouldn’t be thrilled to learn he was Suzette’s ‘man’, a term that made him feel like dirt.
She kissed Rob on the neck. “You can take tomorrow night off. See your girl if you want.”
“I hope to hell Jay lays Suzette,” Rob mumbled as he drove away. “She’s hornier than the brass section of a marching band.” Smiling at his own humour, Rob checked the limo clock. He hoped to see his girl yet tonight. His mood changed when he looked at the time on the limo clock. He shouldn’t have let Kitt stay at the tavern ,but she didn’t give him much choice. She thought she could take care of herself and he hoped she could. If she didn’t show up at his place soon after he got there…
Jason, still at the bar, was talking on his cell phone and frowning. After shoving it back in his pocket, he approached Kitt. “I’m sorry, sweet cheeks, but I have to leave. Otherwise I’d have rejoined you.”
“Do you have to go right away?” Kitt’s heart raced. He couldn’t go before Pamela arrived. Kitt faked a pout. “Can’t you have just one more drink?” She patted the chair next to her.
“I wish I could but duty calls. A friend of mine…is in the area and it’s important.”
Did that mean Lana was back? Or had Pamela somehow got in touch with him?
“I really would like to see you another time.” He pulled out a business card and handed it to her. “Here.”
She looked at it, puzzled. Poole’s Bar and Inn.
“This is a place where we can meet. I often hang out there and when I want to get away…” He winked at her. “They have rooms upstairs. Call my cell.” He bustled towards the door.
