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Chapter 2
The loud, vibrating purrs of the tabby cat I’d picked up from the side of the road this morning hummed through the air of my animal control truck. At first, I had the little striped guy in the back of the truck, in one of the cages, but he wouldn’t stop crying, so I pulled over and took him into the front with me—and he freaking loved it. He stretched and purred loudly next to me. I used one hand to maneuver the road while I ran my other through his soft fur. I felt terrible for him. Not only was he starved for attention, but he was also on his way to get neutered at Mila’s clinic. I had called it in with the clinic under the program we had established with them. The act of cutting someone’s balls off was an ultimate thought of horror for any male with a high sex drive. Cat or man. But I knew the feral cats were a problem in the city; what needed to be done needed to be done.
“Pinky, huh? They named you Pinky.” I shook my head in annoyance over the girl on the phone from the clinic. She’d named the cat during the call. What a stupid name. Not only did I describe him to her as black and white, but he was also about to lose his manhood. Any guy surviving such an act deserved a more manly name than freaking Pinky!
Pinky rolled playfully on his back, spreading his hair across the passenger seat, then meowed at me.
“Yeah, we gotta change that,” I agreed with him. “What about Thor? Son of the god of gods. Sounds about right for a strong little guy like you, doesn’t it?”
Thor meowed again. That made it official.
Looking my part in one of those animal control officer uniforms (which looked almost like a patrol officer and even allowed me to carry a gun), I pulled up in front of the vet office where Mila worked. The office wasn’t far from Beacon Hill, Boston’s most expensive zip code, and, to be honest, it looked kinda rundown. The sign above the entrance door read, “Fury Friends” and needed more than a little fresh paint.
A few people with pets in cages were coming in and out of the office. One of them was an older woman with some sort of exotic bird on her shoulder. I threw Thor a look, then leaned over to grab a small cat carrier from the backseat and placed it next to him. But that was about as far I got. He jumped in the back of the truck out of my reach.
“Come on, Thor,” I sighed, trying to stretch back to get him, but the moment I did, he simply slipped through my grip and jumped into the front again.
“Damn it.” This was going to be harder than I thought. Every time I crawled back, he escaped to the front, and every time I made my way back to the front, he was in the back again. I was huffing, literally out of breath, cursing as loud as I could, when a knock at the window startled me. I turned and almost fell out of my seat when I recognized those icy, blue eyes hiding behind those old-fashioned glasses.
Mila.
She had a mixture of curiosity and confusion on her pretty face. Her hair was put up into a bun today, a few curly trails falling out and framing her cheeks. Catching my breath, I rolled down the car window just enough so that Thor couldn’t escape.
“Emm...hi,” I said through the opening.
“Hi,” she said, then scanned my face and chest. For the first time, I realized that I was covered in cat hair.
“I—” I said, rubbing it off, “I’m here to drop off the first patient under that new city program.”
She looked into the back of my truck where Thor was hanging out, chill and happy as ever, then, totally catching me off guard, she smiled at me. It was an honest smile that exposed her perfect white teeth and creased the edges of her kind eyes. I froze, unable to move. I’d never seen a more beautiful and honest smile.
Still smiling, she pointed at the car lock button on the driver’s side and rushed around the hood to the passenger’s side of my truck. I unlocked the car and watched her quickly climb onto the seat. And there she was. Right next to me, inches away.
“You look like you need some help,” she said in an amused tone. I opened my mouth to answer, but her intoxicating smell hit me before I could speak. It was some sort of flowery shampoo scent that radiated from all over her perfectly shaped body, which I’d scanned while she was running around the truck. Even in that baggy hospital shirt, I could see that her breasts were quite large for a young woman with such a petite build. So were her hips...the curve of them was perfect. I couldn’t help picturing her on top of me while I grabbed those hips like they were made for my hands.
A weird, warm tingle rushed from my chest down into my manhood just thinking about her naked.
What the hell is wrong with you! Get a grip!
Shaking my head, I pulled myself out of dreamland and back to the front seat of my truck.
“Well, I think at this point, the evidence is strong enough to suggest that I indeed need some help,” I said in a low voice, throwing Thor a darting look. Mila laughed.
“Why didn’t you transport him in a cage in the first place? I’ve never seen an animal control officer leave the animal loose in the car.” It was a playful mock, not a snappy remark.
Yes, you idiot. Good job at blowing your cover on day one.
“Well,” I said, looking at the empty cage, trying hard not to let my eyes wander down to her perfectly shaped breasts again. “He was crying the whole time. I felt bad for him. He’s about to lose his most prized possession. He deserved a comfortable ride.”
In the corner of my eyes, I saw Mila looking at me in a weird way, like she was studying me. Then she lifted her hips off the seat to get something out of her back pocket. My gaze briefly fell onto the area between her legs. Did she make loud or soft noises when a man’s tongue was buried in that delicious little center?
God, what’s wrong with you? You never acted like this before. Please don’t get hard! Please don’t get hard!
Her hand slipped into her pocket, and she pulled out some little brown treats.
“I always carry treats in my pocket. You should try it. Works like a charm.”
“I have some too,” I said as I rose up on my seat to get my hand into my own back pocket. I pulled out some pieces of my breakfast sandwich. Before she focused on the little crumbs in my opened palm, her eyes briefly fell onto my shirt pressed against my muscular abdomen. I swear they did! I sat back down, feeling less creepy. Now that she’d checked me out as well, it felt more acceptable on my end.
