Page 20 of Purrfectly Naughty

He hung the expensive garment on the rack. Next he slipped out of his expensive Italian leather shoes and socks and took his seat. Pamela worried her lower lip and looked down nervously at her own cheap trainers.

Shit. They were worlds apart. It was obvious he had money. Like tons of it. It was evident in his easy grace and stylish clothing. His mannerisms and the cadence with which he spoke. She cleared her throat and got to work laying out the various scrubs, oils, lotions, and tools she would need for the job.

“Did you want any polish?” she asked with not a small amount of cheek, but he simply shook his head and watched her with an unwavering gaze.

She’d seriously underestimated how intimate this set up really was. Usually she gave pedicures to little old ladies and noisy teenagers, but he was neither.

Determined to keep her cool, Pamela straddled the rolling stool and leaned forward to roll up his jeans. She groaned softly as his mountain fresh male musk invaded her nostrils. Her stomach clenched and she damn near salivated when she found herself mere inches away from the hardness hidden beneath the expensive denim.

What she wouldn’t give to rip those jeans off of him right now! Holy hell. She’d thought her heat had come and gone after they’d made love twice in Gerri’s guestroom last night, but obviously her inner kitty wanted more of the big bad Bear. Dang it, the man made her want to purr and roll over for a good long scratch.

Prrrr.

“We could go somewhere private, if you like,” he growled and his glittering black eyes met hers.

“Of course not, I have to pick up my son when I am finished here,” she watched closely for a reaction, certain now that she had used the right ammunition to send him running, but the man only smiled wider.

“Yes? Wonderful! I can’t wait to meet Paulie myself. In fact, I took the liberty of getting him a small gift for the holidays,” he smiled and she could see nothing of any pre-calculated measure in his grin.

In fact, he seemed genuinely excited. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wooden miniature of a llama. The smile on his face was so real, it touched something inside of Pamela and she couldn’t help but to grin at it warmly.

“It’s really nice,” she said, “that must be an heirloom or something?”

“My grandfather hand-carved this for me when I was a boy,” he explained, “I named him Tito, which is what I called my abuelito back then. Anyway, he needs someone to take care of him, and I thought Paulie might like it,” he shrugged and her heart melted some more.

Pamela turned the water on to fill the basin and hoped the sound would drown out the flood of emotions threatening to consume her. That llama was precious to Javier and he wanted to give it to her son.

A boy who was fathered by another man.Hope welled up inside of her, but she was too afraid to let it take flight. Could he be telling the truth? Did he really not mind the fact that she had a son?

“Pamela, look at me,” he said and she met his eyes reluctantly, “Aunt Gerri told me about Paulie and I, my Bear and I both, want very much to meet him. I will not lie to you though and the idea of other men with you makes my Bear very jealous, but I have nothing but good will towards your cub. I hope that one day you will allow me to call him mine as well.”

“Javier, I don’t-”

“Please,” he said when she tried to speak, “I know it seems soon, but I am not going anywhere. I will do anything you want, go as slow as you say, but do not doubt for a minute when I say you are my fated mate, and I will do whatever it takes to get to be the man at your side, and at Paulie’s too. I promise to be the man you need, kitten.”

Pamela nodded her head and went back to work on his feet. She was too overwhelmed to speak for a minute, but she was compelled to comment on one simple truth between them.

“You have really nice feet for a guy,” she said and laughed.

Then she got a good look at his expression and all silliness left her. What could she do under that intense stare of his? She was massaging his foot and for the first time, noted that feet could in fact be an erogenous zone as she used her thumbs to soothe the tension she found there. He growled softly and her whole body seemed to vibrate in response.

“I am sorry, I can’t help it,” he apologized, but the heated look he gave her said he was anything but sorry.

That look was hot enough to melt iron. His black eyes flashed and sent shockwaves of awareness flitting through her blood. Pamela swayed closer to the big sexy man as if drawn by some unseen magnetic force.

“Whenever you touch me, it’s like paradise,” he said in a low voice that was perfect for her sensitive ears to pick up but guaranteed no one else would hear.

“It is just a pedicure.”

“NO, kitten, it is so much more. I can’t help but think of last night. You looked like a dream and you purred underneath me like a wildcat. I want that again. I want you completely nude and writhing beneath my body while I take you every way imaginable,” he said huskily.

“Javier,” she dropped the file she was using to smooth his already trimmed nails.

Dammit. The man was really messing with her inner peace. She shook her head and finished the pedicure in silence, ignoring his husky little growls and groans, his whispered words of praise.

By the time she was finished, she was so turned on, Pamela seriously considered taking ten minutes to make herself come just so she could move on with her day. She was about to do just that or stick her head under some ice cold water in the sink, when Javier followed her inside the small employees only restroom.

“This room is for employees only,” she started but his lips crashed into hers and he swallowed the rest of her words in a kiss so hot she was going to combust right there.

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