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Her pale cheeks scalded red. “I hate to inform you, but I’m a discerning judge when it comes to high-quality dirty talking. I even get paid to judge it.” Her smirk was fleeting but packed a punch. “So you better bring your A game.”
“Duly noted.” But I wondered yet again if I’d known her in myotherlife. I’d definitely never seen or talked to her before this. But perhaps we’d briefly run in the same circles…
I rubbed the ache in my temple. I’d officially hit the end of the line with pondering existential matters. “Bed. Me,” I added, with more than a little regret as her dark, depthless eyes sparked with interest.
Sometimes my life truly sucked.
“Can I crash somewhere? I probably only need two to three hours to be functional again. I’m used to getting by on not a lot of sleep. But I’ve got this fucking headache.” I yanked the bagged bottle out of my inside jacket pocket. “Hoping this helps me sleep.”
She nodded and pried the bag out of my hand. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be allowed to drink my cheap liquor. “Did you take something?”
“Didn’t work.”
She was already pushing me down the hall to what I assumed was her room. I didn’t see any clumps of fur or hear any feline yowling, so I had to assume things were under control in that area.
Or else Lucky had been put out to pasture somewhere.
“Where’s my cat?” I managed as we entered a spacious, dimly lit bedroom. I could barely make out a large armoire, a big bed, and a desk and chair.
Maybe I was falling asleep standing up. If so, good thing I aimed right for the bed and fell onto it facedown.
“He’s fine. That Jackson Galaxy guy knows his stuff. He’s kinda cute too. Never knew I could appreciate bald men,” she mused as she yanked off my shoes.
If she’d thought it strange I was prone before her, she didn’t say.
Could be my hearing was also shorting out. I couldn’t dredge up enough concern to care.
“He’s not cute. You know who’s cute, Kitty?” I didn’t wait for her to ask. “Me,” I mumbled into the pleasantly scented pillow. Something floral my brain was too fuzzy to discern. “I’m definitely cute.”
“Did the women who paid you say that too?”
“No. Sometimes they say it for free.”
Satisfied with that comeback, I promptly passed out.
SEVEN
I had a very large,very well-built man asleep in my bed. Taking up most of it. His arms and legs sprawled in all directions, leaving me precious little room. I’d have to curl around him. Or maybe I’d just stare at him for a few hours while he didn’t know I was watching.
Fuck me, his behind was perfect. I’d never told anyone I was an ass woman, and I might not have been before tonight.
Okay, before this morning, because the sun would be up soon.
But his was damn near exceptional. I’d wanted to snort at his chutzpah for claiming women paid for his body, but now that I’d seen this side of him—even fully clothed—I was about to search my purse for dollar bills.
Hey, I’d seenMagic Mikelike every other healthy red-blooded woman. Though the sequel had kinda sucked.
I studied the bottle of whiskey I’d set on his bedside, unsure if it should be chilled. I was hardly a connoisseur of alcohol. My limits involved locally produced hard cider and the very occasional margarita. I had no idea what this even tasted like.
With a frown, I unscrewed the cap to sniff. Hmm. I couldn’t say it intrigued me. But I was nearly jumping out of my skin, both from trying to get Lucky and Princess to tolerate each other enough not to draw blood—a process I’d discovered would most likely take a lot longer than one night—and from worrying about Clint and his emergency.
Thank God the pup had not been hit by a car. Sweet baby. Clint was a damn hero. No wonder I’d wanted to show my appreciation. I’d nearly given him all my cookies and the whole damn bakery too.
I don’t have any condoms, but I’m on the Pill.
Holy crap, did I have absolutely no chill? I didn’t even know him. His first cousin could be Ted Bundy, for all I knew.
Or he might have some truly distasteful hobbies. What, I couldn’t quite parse at this time of day, but I knew there were some. Like…taxidermy. Highly unlikely for a vet, I figured, but you just never knew with people.
