Page 36 of A Taste For Trouble
“I’ll come back for them,” I promised as I carried her out of the room.
When we passed her room, she looked up at me in surprise.
“You’re sleeping in my bed, Rosie.”
“But the staff will know we’re sleeping together. And Trevor…” she murmured.
“I don’t think we need to worry about others right now. Let’s focus on ourselves,” I said, knowing she was right, but unable to let her out of my sight. I needed her in my room, in my bed, in my arms, because it felt right. As if she belonged there.
I set her down on my bed, and she crawled under the covers immediately. I went back to collect our clothes, and when I returned, Rose was already asleep, worn out by her two orgasms. I turned her over so I could spoon her from behind and went tosleep with her curled up in my arms, and for the first time, it felt as if everything was right with my world.
I was normally a light sleeper, but that night, I slept deeply. When I woke up, Rose was still asleep, and it was just getting light outside. I wondered what had woken me up. Was it a sound?
I turned over slowly, careful not to wake her up, and found myself face-to-face with a dark shadow. I almost screamed like a little girl before I realised it was Sweet-fucking-Pea, staring into my face like the Grim Reaper come to claim my soul.
“What d’you want, furball?” I asked, and he bent his head and dropped something on my chest.
It felt wet and icky. My arm shot out to turn on the bedside lamp, and to my horror, I realised that Beelzy had brought me a present. It was the head of a very large rat.
CHAPTER 17
ROSE
Iwas fast asleep when a sudden cry pulled me out of my slumber. It took me a few seconds to open my eyes, but I heard Dom yelling at somebody.
When I dragged my eyelids apart, I saw Sweetpea sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at Dom with something like triumph in his gaze.
“What’s wrong?” I murmured.
“Your devil cat just brought me a present,” he seethed. “A rat’s head.”
“What?”
I scrambled upright and pulled the covers over my chest before I put on my glasses to inspect the object that was now lying on the carpet.
“Eww! Sweetpea! Why would you do that? We’ll have to burn these sheets now,” I scolded him when I saw traces of blood and slime on Dom’s side of the bed.
“I’ll need to burn my skin off as well, because the little monster dropped the head on my chest,” complained Dom, grabbing wet wipes from the box on his stand and scrubbing at his chest vigorously.
I got out of bed and used a few wipes to pick up the head. I wrapped it into a neat parcel before I threw on a robe and left the room to get rid of it. Sweetpea was lying in the spot I’d vacated, looking completely unrepentant.
“I’m so sorry, Dom. He’s never done such a thing before,” I said miserably.
“He was just getting back at me for shutting him out of the study last night,” said Dom, with a sigh.
“Let’s leave him here and go sleep in my room,” I suggested.
“I don’t think I can sleep now,” he muttered, and I kinda agreed with him.
I couldn’t sleep, knowing my cat had turned into an ax murderer.
“Where did he even find such a large rat? Dom,” I gasped. “Do you have rats in the house?”
“Of course, not! There are no rats anywhere in the building,” he replied, sounding outraged at the suggestion of a rodent infestation in this very posh building. “He must have gone out to hunt for it. But Rose, how the heck did your cat get out of the apartment? The windows are all shut at night.”
We got out of bed, and Dom turned on the coffee machine as I mulled over Sweetpea’s actions. Meanwhile, Sweetpea strolled around the house as if he owned it.
“Dom,” I yelped as a thought struck me. “If he only brought you the head, where’s the rest of the rat?”
