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Bun gave me one of her camera smiles, the one where I couldn’t tell if she was moments away from kicking off.
Then finally — fuckingfinally— the door closed, and we were alone. I spun back around to Cat. I wanted answers. I wanted her to tell me why she’d left all those years ago without talking to me, why me following my dream meant there was no space for us.
These questions had pecked at me since Bunny had told me we were meeting with her. She just casually dropped the information when we were out for dinner with our managers, like it wouldn’t destroy my insides and have me rolling about in bed for nights, reliving my obsession with Cat until I passed out from exhaustion.
Now here I was, standing before her. I’d forgotten so much about her, like the wide curve of her hips, the harsh blue of her eyes, and the lilt in her voice when she was amused.
As soon as Bunny closed the door, I started. “Cat…”
I wanted to reach for her, to hold her again for just a second before she unleashed whatever hellfire she’d been holding back. She was keeping herself contained, but I could see it brewing inside her.
She had her back to me now. There was only a touch of disappointment from her rejection before I made my move. Her shoulders hunched at my voice, and I hesitated.
“Not. A. Word.” She sounded deadly, her voice solid and cold.
She straightened her back, still facing the windows.
I used the silence to take her in again. Running my eyes along the lines of her frame, I savoured the way her suit clung to her. Her body had filled out since I’d last seen her, the extra weight adding to the swell of her breasts and hips, creating a beautiful flow from head to toe. I’d had time to process seeing her again, trying to remember our relationship from years ago. But what about her? Did she remember how good we were together? How we laughed and screamed and made love like the only moment we had was then, and the only people we ever had were each other?
Cat let out a loud breath and moved back towards her desk, four slow steps muffled by the carpet. I could practically feel each one in my body, like nails in my coffin.
She turned and leant against the edge of her desk. “Sit.” She nodded to the chair below her.
I couldn’t help but admire the way her bum moulded against her desk.
I expected her to be emotional, furious, maybe hurt or upset. I wanted her to be those things because, at least then, I would see I still meant something to her. But she just looked triumphant.
“Max.” Cat held my gaze, her eyes surveying me like I was the best present she’d ever received. I had a daunting feeling she was happy for the wrong reasons. “I told you to sit.”
She crossed her arms and looked down at me, my senses on full alert as she pushed her breasts up, igniting memories of skinny dipping on a summer day. She looked like divine judgement, ready to punish. I wasn’t sorry to admit that part of me thrummed at the thought.
I took my seat again, craning my neck to meet Cat’s eyes.
“Oh, Max.” she tutted. “All this time and not even a Christmas card? And please,” Her lips curved into a smirk, “don’t even try to say you were busy.”
I wanted to pull her onto my lap and take her mouth, see if she still tasted like copper and spring water. Her full lips morphed into a smile, asking to be kissed.
When was the last time I’d been so aware of a woman? I knew it made me pathetically cliché, but at some point, all the beautiful people surrounding us blurred into one until I couldn’t put a face to a name unless our manager was there to remind me. Our band, Clutch, was so famous that people threw themselves at us constantly, and I’d stopped caring. Unless someone was necessary to our work, they faded into the background, becoming part of the scenery of my life.
I didn’t know which way to play this. It had been too long since I’d seen her, and she seemed too calm. I couldn’t tell how this would go.
“No, Kitty Cat, I wouldn’t do that to you.” Her jaw ticked as I used her old nickname, the one only the band used. She’d been Clutch’s cheerleader before we made it big. She was our Kitty Cat and part of our family. I shrugged, lounging back in the chair, widening my stance, and sticking my hands in my pockets. “But you can’t deny I’ve had stuff to do.”
“Aaah.” Her eyes flashed as she made a small sound of wonderment at the back of her throat. It was the sound I’d want her to make as she peeled back my jeans and rediscovered my cock. “Is that what we’re calling it now?” She put her finger to her lip.
I loved the way her nails matched her lipstick. I loved her suit, loved her shirt, her shoes, her hair. I loved everything about her. It all said, ‘Touch me and die.’
Had she worn this suit for me, just to let me know how much she didn’t give a fuck about me? Or to tell me how much she wanted to fuck me? I hoped it was the latter.
From the way her mouth fell open when she saw me, I’d say she had no idea I was Bunny’s fiancé. She’d recovered quickly, but the surprise in her eyes as I entered the room had been genuine.
“Let’s see… hook up with a girl, freeload for a year, and hmmm, what else?” She looked away, tapping her finger against her plump lips three times, her hum going straight to my cock. “Oh! Right! That was it.” She laughed and clapped her hands together. “Pretend you love her and use her for sex while taking all her money!” She grinned again as she met my eyes. “Tell me,Max, did I miss anything?”
Our breaths were in sync, slow and steady as we watched each other. I wanted to taste her, see if the air in her lungs was as hot as her anger.
I didn’t know what she was talking about. How could she think I was using her when she had been the most important thing in my life? I met her three months after my parents died, and if she hadn’t offered me a place to live and her heart, I wouldn’t have made it through their loss.
“I can’t believe you’re sitting here.” She lifted her eyes to the ceiling like a silent prayer. “Out of all the idiots in the world she could have chosen…” she muttered. There was a pause before she rounded on me. “How the hell did you two end up together? Honestly, I just… actually,” She pinched the bridge of her nose, “don’t bother answering. If I have to hear another word out of your mouth, I might vomit.”
