Page 47 of Waiting for Him
Kat grinned as he went right back to sleep like a little kid. She placed his phone on the nightstand and headed for the bathroom again.
Fifteen minutes later, after a nice relaxing shower, she strode out to the common area of the second floor where the kitchenette and living area were. Her wet hair, combed back, dampened her clean T-shirt. She’d been staring down, past her baggy sweatpants to her bare toes, noticing they desperately needed a pedicure, when she realized someone else was in the room. Blushing at Carter’s presence, she made her way over to the coffee machine.
He grinned as she brushed past him, then sat at the table. Never taking his amused eyes off her, he sipped his coffee. “Good morning, Kitty-Kat.”
“Um, good morning.” Concentrating on the Keurig as if it were the most complicated piece of machinery she’d ever used, Kat busied herself. She wasn’t sure what to say to the man who’d been a third in her and Benny’s sexual escapades. Was she supposed to thank him? That might be weird. Maybe she should just act like nothing happened. While she was embarrassed seeing him this morning, she didn’t regret what they’d done. She may have only recently lost her virginity, but like most women, she’d had her fantasies—although she’d never dreamed that particular fantasy would happen to her. And, oh boy, had the reality been a hundred times better than anything she’d ever thought up.
Running out of things to do at the counter, she hoped he would leave the room, saving her from making a fool of herself. However, after her coffee was ready, she had no choice but to turn around and face him.
Using his foot, he pushed out the chair across from him and indicated with his chiseled chin for her to sit. It would be more awkward if she refused, so she sat with her coffee in hand, her eyes downcast. She was startled after a moment of silence when he let out an exaggerated sigh and stood. Kat watched as he began to pull out a Cheerios box, a bowl, and milk from the cabinets and refrigerator before setting them down in front of her. He grabbed a knife and spoon from a drawer and a banana from the counter, adding them to the other items. A napkin was the last thing he placed in front of her.
Sitting back down, he pointed to her and then the food. “Eat, little one. Your clothes are hanging off you. You’ve obviously lost weight recently, and I doubt it was intentional.”
Kat snorted as she poured some cereal into the bowl. “Are all Doms this bossy? You all keep ordering me to eat.”
“Yes, when it comes to a submissive’s health and safety, we’re very bossy.” He regarded her momentarily as she prepared her breakfast, adding milk and sliced banana. After he seemed satisfied with how much food she’d filled the bowl with, he said, “Now, while you’re eating, there are a few other things we need to discuss.”
When her hand stopped the loaded spoon halfway to her mouth as she gaped at him, he reached over with his fingers and started it again. “I said, ‘while you’re eating.’”
She put the spoon into her mouth and then pulled it out empty. He smiled at her. “Good girl. Now, what happened last night, or early this morning as it were, is between you, Boomer, and me—no one else. If you choose to have some girl talk with the others, that’s one thing, but I will not let anyone know what happened between us. I don’t kiss and tell about things that happen behind closed doors. Understood?”
Kat nodded and swallowed. “I mean, yes, Sir.”
“You can drop the ‘Sir’ this morning, Kat. Only when we’re playing or in the club is the formality necessary. Now, I don’t want you reading too much into what happened and being all embarrassed around me. There’s no need for it. Boomer is a good friend, and as I said before, it was an honor to play with you. If it was a one-time thing, that’s fine.” He shrugged. “If it happens again, that’s fine too. But think of it as . . . I don’t know . . . as we all went out bowling and had a fun time. Nothing embarrassing about bowling, right?”
Surprised he’d used the same activity she’d been talking to Benny about on the plane, Kat laughed, the tension she’d felt disappearing. “Um, no, I guess not. Unless it’s naked bowling.”
“Now there’s a sport that won’t be on TV anytime soon.” He sat forward and took another sip of his coffee. “You’re a beautiful, sensual woman, Kat. Never be embarrassed about that. Just because you enjoyed something outside the norms of society doesn’t mean it was wrong. You were just brave enough to try something millions of women want but don’t have the courage to experience for themselves.”
“I never thought of it that way.”
“And that’s what’s wrong with society nowadays.” Having overheard some of their conversation, Benny walked into the room, fresh from his own shower. He stopped next to the table, eyeing her breakfast, and was apparently satisfied with what he saw. “Everyone is too scared to try something they’ve only dreamed about. And it’s nice to see you eating. You two okay?”
The question was addressed to them both, but it was apparent the only person he was worried about was Kat. She glanced at Carter, who nodded at her, then grinned back at Benny. “Yup. We’re good.” After tossing his cell phone on the table, Benny kissed the top of her head and made a beeline to the coffee machine. “Did you call your mom back?”
“Not yet. Need caffeine first. She’s probably already planning for us to visit for a few days. But before we do that, we have to figure out how to get the target off your back.”
Kat peered down at the phone which had landed next to her. For some reason, the screen had lit up, and what she saw had her brow furrowing. “Um, Benny. It says you have twenty-seven missed calls.”
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Spinning around, Boomer snatched it from the table and stared at the screen. “What the fuck? Shit, they’re all from my mom. Fuck, something must have happened to Pop.”
He hit the speed dial for his mother’s phone, pacing impatiently until she picked up. An evil chill ran down his spine. When it connected, his words rushed out. “Mom? It’s me. What’s wrong? My phone was off.”
“B-Ben? Y-You have to come h-home quickly and bring K-Katerina. T-they’re going to k-kill your father if you don’t.”
He froze at the terror he heard in his mother’s voice. “What? Who? Mom, are you there? Who’s going to kill Pop?”
An astute Carter immediately pulled out his phone and called Ian. “If you’re not already in the office, get there. They’ve got Boom’s parents.” He hung up on the other man’s loud curses.
“Mom! Fuck! Hello?” At first, Boomer thought they’d been disconnected, but then he heard his mother cry out in the background as someone else took the phone. “Who the fuck is this?”
“This is man who vill kill parents if you don’t bring vhat ve vant. You have two hours, or I start playing vith knife. I vill kill if see police. Bring girl and money.”
“You son of a fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you if you hurt one hair on them! You hear me, you piece of shit! Hello? Hello? Fuck!” He threw the phone across the room and didn’t even care that it broke into a million pieces. They had plenty of backup phones downstairs, and Brody could switch Boomer’s phone number over to one.
“The team’s alerted. Ian will be downstairs in a minute.” Carter was almost to the hallway when he turned around. “I’m grabbing my stuff. We’ll get them, Boom. We’ll get your folks out of this, and Kat too.”
