Page 16 of Consultation with Dad's Best Friend
Mike
Shit. I feel like a fool. The little girl completely fooled me. No wonder the name sounds familiar. Cay, Kitty, Katherine. I knew it would a scam then why did I go for it? I’m a family lawyer, and I seek advice from an eighteen-year-old impostor. Well, yeah, not just any eighteen-year-old, but Kitty, my dear, whimsical, sassy little girl. Still. I can almost see the playful smirk on her face. Way to go, little girl. I forgot how good she was at playing pranks on people. Another game she liked to play as a child was to put on different voices when she spoke. Didn’t she once call me pretending to be an older woman? I recall that incident. She told me we met on my flight to the East Coast, and we had a one-night stand, etc. She almost got me because hell, I did meet a woman on my flight to see my mom in New Jersey not long ago. Kitty knew it because she heard my conversation with her dad. She went as far as setting up a dinner date with me over the phone, and I didn’t know I was tricked until she gave me the address to pick her up, which was John’s house, of course.
I rushed to John’s house with the purpose of spanking her on my mind, but as soon as I saw her childlike innocent face, all I could do was to narrow my eyes and clench my teeth. John found out about it, too, because the wicked girl told him. To spare myself the embarrassment, I told John I was only playing along, and I knew it was a prank in the beginning. Whether he believed me or not, I have no idea. Although I was able to laugh with John over this afterwards, by no means have I gotten over the humiliation.
Now, the little feline did it again. This time, I will not let her off the hook easily.
Chapter 17
Kitty
I shove everything that’s mine into the suitcase, including dirty clothes I haven’t gotten the chance to wash. I think about writing a note to apologize, but I can’t write anything sensible at the moment. Pulling my suitcase in one hand and taking the cat carrier in the other, I reach the front door. I cast a last glance at the living room that I’ve become familiar with, my eyes lingering on the couch where I almost gave my virginity to Mike last night. I was so close. Well, maybe we aren’t meant to be together, after all. I’ll have to find a way to forget him.
Tears stream down my cheeks. I’ve never felt so defeated. I love Mike, and I’ve never lost hope in receiving his love, too. I was looking forward to this week’s stay with him. I thought it would change my life, but I was overconfident.
I reach for the doorknob the moment I hear keys jingle. I freeze and step back.
The door throws open, and Mike stands in the doorway. I tremble when I see him. He looks mad. His eyes are narrow, his lips are pressed together and his jaws are tight.
“Hi, Mike,” I say in a funny, high-pitched voice. “You’re back so early. I thought you wouldn’t until…”
He doesn’t let me finish my sentence. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I…uh…going home,” I say incoherently, looking down at the cat carrier to avoid his eyes.
He steps into the house and shuts the door. “You want to run away?”
“W-what are you talking about? Of course not.” I force a laugh. “I miss home. I can’t wait to see my dad and Debra and the twins.”
“Really?” He smirks as he moves closer to me, cornering me into the wall and forcing me to let go of my suitcase.
He puts one hand against the wall, next to me, and lifts my chin with his other hand so I have to face him.
A look into his smoldering eyes makes my knees wobble. He looks even hotter when he’s mad.
“Just how many tricks do you have, little girl?”
“What do you mean? I don’t… have tricks.”
“Oh? How do you explain your consulting website and your hotline? And how on earth did your email get past my Spambox?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry Mike! I’m not trying to trick you. I… I love you! But you wouldn’t give me a chance!” Shit. Why did I say that? I’m not supposed to. A girl is not supposed to say it first.
Mike looks taken aback. His eyes soften for a moment but soon harden again. “And so you decided to manipulate me? You wicked girl,” he mutters. His lips are inches away from mine and his breath feels hot on my face.
My nipples harden, and my inner thighs clench. “I wasn’t trying to manipulate you. I was trying to help you. I know you want me, but you think I’m off-limits. You’re wrong, Mike.”
He squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a deep sigh. “Damn it. Kitty. You are not supposed to tempt me. You’re John’s baby girl. I can’t have you!”
“Yes, you can,” I say, reaching to stroke his cheek. “I’m not a child anymore. I’m a grownup, and I want you, Mike.”
His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’re wishing for.”
“No, I don’t know. But you can show me, Mike.”
He growls as he pinches my chin harder before letting it go. He clenches his teeth and commands, “Very well. Put down your cat, and get to the couch.”
I’m thrilled by the fire in his eyes. He looks determined and dangerous. I put down the cat carrier quickly and walk to the couch.
