Page 5 of Bound by Love
Brie shook her head, laughing. “No, I’m not going to start lying to him now. If I’m doing this, I’m doing it of my own free will, and I will even accept the rice punishment, if I must.”
“Excellent,” Rytsar said, slapping her on the back like a comrade. He stepped over the bag of cat food and strode into Master Anderson’s house as if he owned the place.
“Radost moya, you start with the couches. Put one under every cushion. I will head to his bedroom. It’s time to get creative…”
Brie felt extremely naughty as she stepped over the cat food and walked into his house, quietly shutting the door behind her. There was something wicked about being in someone’s house uninvited, but the allure of the whoopees made her throw caution to the wind.
After blowing up the first one and slipping it under a cushion of his large leather sectional, her nervousness lessened. She could just imagine the look on his face when he went to sit down and that humorous sound escaped from underneath him.
With glee, she blew up the next one, and the next. While she was positive he would find all of the whoopee cushions she’d hidden in the couch after sitting on the first one, he would never suspect there were more waiting for him other places in the house.
After hiding as many whoopee cushions as she could in his great room, Brie went to see what Rytsar was up to and found him placing a less inflated one in Master Anderson’s boot.
“Oh, that’s a great idea! I never thought about leaving them partially inflated. That gives us so many more options!”
“Don’t hold back,” he encouraged her.
She glanced around Master Anderson’s bedroom, trying to figure out the best place to put the one she had in her hand. Her eyes rested on his bed. Although his head was not heavy enough to force the air out, just having it under his pillow would let him know she was thinking of him.
Giggling like a loon, she slipped it under his pillow and decided to put one under the other pillow, too. She then left Rytsar to finish as she headed for the next room.
“Oh, my goodness!” she cried when she opened the door.
Rytsar was beside her in an instant, asking what was wrong.
She cooed. “I’ve found Cayenne and the kittens!” Brie knelt on the floor as the orange tabby walked up to her with the passel of kittens following behind.
Brie was in cat heaven, the whoopee cushions completely forgotten.
She stroked the tabby, telling Cayenne with remorse, “I wish Shadow was here to see this little family you’ve created. They’re adorable.”
Cayenne brushed up against her briefly before lying down on the floor. Immediately, three of the kittens ran up and started suckling.
Rytsar snorted, pointing at the hungry little fluff balls. “I bet you’re glad you are only having one. That’s a lot of mouths to feed.”
The black male with the crystal blue eyes was the only one brave enough to walk over to Rytsar and sniff his boot. The kitten let out a sad meow as if he recognized his father’s scent and was protesting Shadow’s absence.
Rytsar stared down at him and grumbled, “While you do remind me of your father,kot, there is no point in trying to get on my good side. I only have room in my heart for one feline, and he had to save my life to get it. Cuteness has zero pull with me.”
Brie picked up the kitten for Rytsar to get a better look. “But just look how adorably adorable he is, Rytsar. How can you resist that cute wittle face?”
Rytsar stared at Brie, unmoved. “There are enough crazykotpeople in the world. I do not need to be converted.”
Brie kissed the kitten on his little nose and set him back down. She suspected it wouldn’t take much convincing to get Rytsar to change his mind. Despite his gruff exterior, that sadist had a soft heart.
One just had to look at how he treated Little Sparrow, and the extravagant gift of caviar he’d given Shadow as a thank-you, to know he was secretly a pet person—no matter how much he tried to deny it.
She glanced over at the window and cried, “Oh look, Rytsar! Master Anderson has built an outdoor pen for Shadow’s family so they can go in and out whenever they want.” Brie pushed on the plastic flap in the window, sticking her head through to look at the large, screened-in pen he’d constructed. It was full of cat ramps, cat cubbies, and scratching posts.
“I think he’s serious about keeping them all,” she said, turning around to face Rytsar.
“Foolish man. That’s why you don’t let the creatures into your heart. Before you know it, you’ve become a pathetic loser. He might as well stamp a big ‘L’ on his forehead.”
“But you’re wrong, Rytsar. Lots of women find men who love animals attractive.”
He gave her a lustful grin. “Well, I’m enoughanimalfor my women.”
Brie giggled, loving his manly confidence.
