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His lips smack together, and he lets out a silent, very polite burp. “Yeah, not so bad.”
“Opening you to new experiences and new horizons. That’s me, Damon Deveraux.”
“Fancy last name. You French?”
“Yes,” I say and then do a ridiculous French accent, asking him, “And what is your last name, Monsieur?”
He cracks a smile and leans against the counter, the bottle pressed against his bottom lip, wetting it slightly and making him a gay man’s wet dream.
“Vela. It’s Spanish.”
“Very cool,” I say and then motion to the couch where the TV sits. The dogs have made an appearance and like the traitors they are, they actually get up to greet Tomas, licking at his arms and palms, almost smiling with how happy they are to see someone. Not that they moved an inch to save me from the centipede. I hate them all.
Hate them even more now that they are licking him.
Just unbelievable.
I lean down and pat them all on the head, not really liking the scent of dog on my skin afterward. Should probably bathe them tomorrow with some of my fancy shampoo. Can you use normal shampoo on dogs? Because they really need a scrub.
I need to look that up so I don’t accidentally kill them while the moms are away. They would be devastated.
“You okay?” Tomas asks, and I realize I’ve gone into my head and disappeared for a hot minute. A very hot minute with doggy deaths and sex with this hot, straight boy.
My head is all kinds of messed up.
“Oh yes, just fine. Just was wondering about bathing these mutts. They smell like…animals.”
Tomas smiles widely at me and then bends down, nuzzling his face into one of their necks. I don’t even remember their names. Should really figure that out. Perhaps that’s why they ignored me when I asked them for help. They were offended by my misuse of their names and the general, angry shout of, “Hey, you fuckers!”
Hm, I think as Tomas stands up. I wonder if he smells like dog now too.
I inch a little closer and lean into him, smelling nothing but musk and man. Apparently he’s immune to the way animals stink and his skin naturally repels it.
“What are you doing?” he asks with a small laugh.
“Making sure you don’t smell like dog.”
“And the conclusion?” he asks, stepping back and taking a sip of his drink.
“Passable.” It’s a total lie. He smells delicious.
Tomas smirks just as the doorbell rings, and I bounce over to it, opening the door with a flourish. The boy on the other side of the door takes me in and then looks away quickly. Obviously, he can’t stand how fabulous I look in my sheer tank top and my short shorts. It can hurt a pair of eyeballs if I’m being honest. I shine like the fucking sun.
“Thank you, love,” I say, grabbing the three pizza boxes and bag from him and handing him a tip. He takes it with a shy nod and then disappears down the driveway.
“Shit, that’s a lot of pizza,” Tomas says from behind me.
“Yes, well, I didn’t know how much you ate or what you liked. I, for one, need to watch my figure so this is all for you, baby.”
I saunter into the kitchen and set the boxes down, pulling out the soda, the salad, and the breadsticks from the sheer plastic bag.
Tomas moves toward me, and I hand him a paper plate.
“Dig in, big boy.”
He does, grabbing four slices of pizza, two pepperoni, one combination, and one meat eater.
To be fair, that one is my favorite. I do love myself a bit of meat. All the meat. Right down my throat.
