Page 15 of Scorned Beauty
A sadistic idea teased me about locking them in a room together. May the best asshole win.
You see, Ginger had a cattitude. She was independent, feisty, and had a problem with authority.
But I was looking forward to getting my first Dom-delivered orgasm. In fact, I questioned my sanity for delayinggratification, since it was obvious Dom was dying to bend me over the table and fuck me senseless. I questioned whether my little breakfast table could handle the promise of vigorous activity. I was no shrinking violet. I loved a hard fuck. I would be extremely disappointed if Dom didn’t leave me with a few bruises.
And that was probably why I wanted to torture him. Dom seemed like a guy who thrived on challenges and the harder you denied him, the harder he’d punish you. And I was looking forward to the punishment.
But I also knew men could be touchy about their ride, so I didn’t want Ginger distracting Dom by destroying his leather seats. This cat was vindictive enough to let me know that A) She despised being left in a shelter and B) She didn’t trust Dom.
You and me both, girl, but he might be the salvation to my Sahara-dry vagina, which had certainly gotten its fair share of rainfall since Dom showed up yesterday.
And when you were parched, any kind of water would do, even when it was bad for you.
“Meow.”
Dom glanced at me. “You can let her out.”
“No, she’s fine in there.”
“So, why are we going to Delphine again? Your neighbor?”
“My visit with Harriet was cut short yesterday,” I told him. I had been with her when Grigori summoned me. Ginger was her cat, but ever since my neighbor had to go into assisted living, Harriet’s friend at the shelter tried to rehome the cat with no success. I was Ginger’s last hope, although if I were to voice my opinion, Ginger didn’t need an owner. She was perfectly fine roaming the catwalk in our building to visit different tenants. “Actually, you saved me a trip to the grocery store.”
“Let me get this straight. You shop for other people, but not for yourself?” he asked. The Escalade reached a stoplight.
“Harriet’s not other people, she’s family.”
“You’re not related.”
“Not all family is blood. You should know that better than anyone. She was there for us when Dad left and the first time Billy had to go to rehab.”
“How long ago was that?”
I was uncomfortable with Dom’s probing questions. I mean, I didn’t ask him about the skeletons in his closet, and I was sure he had more than a few, probably even literal ones.
When the light turned green, I still hadn’t answered him. He realized I wasn’t planning to and remained quiet for the rest of the drive. But I felt like I needed to make things clear to Dom. I did not know what possessed me to have him tag along, although instinctively, I knew he would insist on coming along and I was saving myself the energy of arguing with him.
“I agreed to this weekend, but I think our private lives should remain off-limits.”
This time, it was Dom who didn’t answer me. Since it was Saturday, the tiny parking lot of the assisted living facility was at full capacity and he had to drive around to look for street parking. He slid into a spot a street over.
I waited until he cut off the engine before I brought it up again. “Tell me you’re clear about that, or you can forget any chance of getting into my pants.”
In answer, he shot me a dark, measured look. “I’m going to find out what made you put up such walls and I’m going to enjoy breaking them down.”
“Are we clear?”
“You don’t want me to meet your neighbor.”
“Her name is Harriet.”
“You’re confusing me, woman. Do you want to keep our private lives separate or not? That’s why I didn’t use your neighbor’s name, but you also insisted I meet your cat.”
“Ginger will be coming home with me today. I need to make sure she’s fine with a man she’s never met in the confines of my apartment.”
“So you’re hinging your promised orgasms on a cat.”
I laughed.
