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Cat
Repo drovein silence and that was fine by her. A part of her wondered where he was taking her but for the most part, she didn’t give a fuck. She had already fallen so low that getting out of the pit she was in felt damn near impossible. Repo turned into an apartment complex and parked his truck, cutting the engine.
“This is me,” he almost whispered.
“So, you weren’t kidding when you said that you were going to take me back to your place,” Cat said.
“I don’t kid—ever,” Repo said. “I told you back at the park that I plan on keeping a close eye on you, Cat.”
She looked him over and smiled, “How close are we talking?” Cat asked.
Repo shook his head, “Not that close,” he protested. “I don’t fuck with my work and Cat—you’re my work.”
“So, no sex then?” she asked. Honestly, a part of her was feeling a little let down by his denial. It would be so much easier to persuade Repo to just let her go if he’d agree to have sex with her. Using her body to get what she wanted had become second nature to her.
“No,” he breathed. “At least, not between the two of us. I think we need to set a few ground rules before you get the wrong idea of what’s going to happen here,” Repo said.
“I’m really tired and need a shower,” she said, scrunching up her nose. Cat knew she must stink and honestly, a hot shower sounded like heaven. “Can talking wait until later?” Or Never. Cat was pretty sure she wasn’t going to get that lucky though judging by the determination she saw on Repo’s handsome face. He stroked his beard as if he was thinking about it but she already knew what his answer was going to be. There was no way he’d let her off that easy.
“No,” he said again.
“I’m beginning to wonder if you don’t have many words to draw from in your vocabulary, Repo,” Cat teased. “You seem to be saying no an awful lot.”
“You aren’t giving me much cause to use my words, Cat. I’ll show you my spare bedroom and make us sandwiches while you take your shower. But then, you and I are going to have a come to Jesus meeting and I won’t take no for an answer,” he insisted.
“Fine,” she spat. “But, you can’t keep me here against my will. That’s called kidnapping,” she said. Repo got out of his truck and she jumped down out of the passenger’s side of his pick-up and grabbed her box from the seat, following him up to his second-floor apartment. Repo moved fast and Cat was so tired she was having trouble keeping up with him.
“You’re right, I can’t keep you here without your consent,” he said back over his shoulder as he unlocked his front door. “What I can do is call the sheriff’s office and tell them that you are a flight risk and have you arrested. Hell, I’ll drag your ass down to the station myself and watch as they slap the cuffs on you,” Repo said.
Cat followed him into his apartment and looked around. She had never been in a place so nice. Sure, a few of her clients had her meet them at nice hotels but most guys had her suck them off in the front seat of their cars or some sleazy ass motel. It was easier that way since most of them had wives and families. The men she met usually had limited funds and time—which was fine by her. As long as they had the money to pay her, she didn’t care how much time they spent with her. In fact—the less time she had to spend with her clients, the better.
Repo walked down the small hallway, flicking on lights as he went and stood outside of one of the bedrooms. “This is you,” he said. “I’m sure you saw the kitchen and living room on our way back here. It’s not a very big place but it’s home for now.”
Cat nodded, “Sure,” she said. “It’s the nicest place I’ve ever stayed,” she admitted. She sounded just as pathetic as her statement made her feel but she never really gave a fuck about what anyone thought of her. She wasn’t going to start now no matter how Repo looked at her like he pitied her.
“Your apartment was bad, huh?” Repo asked. Bad was an understatement. Her building should have been condemned and her landlord made slum lords look like decent human beings.
“You could say that,” she said.
“Well, feel free to help yourself to just about anything in the apartment but stay the fuck out of my room,” he said, nodding to the end of the hallway.
“I assume that’s your room?” Cat taunted, pointing to the closed door.
“Yeah,” he said. “You have a bathroom attached to your bedroom, so we won’t have to share. I figure that’s for the best—you know, giving us both privacy so we don’t walk in on the other.”
“God forbid,” she teased. Cat walked into her room and dropped her box on the bed. “Um—” she squeaked. “I don’t have a change of clothes. The other box—the one I had to leave behind, had all my clothing in it. Do you have a t-shirt I could borrow for the night?”
“Yeah—wait here,” Repo ordered. He disappeared down the hall into his bedroom, shutting the door behind himself after he went in. He returned to her room and handed her a few neatly folded t-shirts.
“You can borrow these and I’ll see what I can do to rustle you up a few things. You look to be about the same size as some of my club’s Ol’ladies,” Repo said.
“Who?” Cat asked.
“It’s an MC thing. I’m in a club and that’s what we call our women. Anyway, I know that a few of the women wouldn’t mind lending you a few things,” Repo said. He turned to leave the room and Cat stood to find the bathroom, eagerly looking forward to a hot shower. “Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done. Everything you need should be in the bathroom. I keep it pretty well stocked,” he said over his shoulder.
“Thank you,” she called after him as he disappeared down the hall. Repo hummed his reply and Cat shut the bedroom door and locked it out of habit. It was something she learned to do as a young girl, trying to make sure that she could take her showers in peace. Her step-father used to enjoy walking in on her under the pretense of not hearing the shower and when she asked him to leave, he’d usually laugh at her. She had no privacy unless her mother was home and locking the door was sometimes her only reprieve.
Cat quickly showered and slipped on Repo’s t-shirt. It said, “Savage Hell” across the back and had skulls in what looked like a decal on the front. She smoothed it over her curves and looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.
