Page 3 of The Cat's Dom

She watched him walk out and exhaled. Her first inclination was to yell, “hell no,” she wouldn’t talk about her time in the kink world, but she knew she couldn’t. For one thing, they were her bosses, and this was a good-paying job she didn’t want to lose.

Cat decided to stop for the day when her shoulders and back burned from the exertion of painting. She’d been at it for nine hours and worked right through her lunch. She collected her things and took them into the room in the back, where they had a deep sink to clean her brushes and rollers. If she took care of the good ones she had, she wouldn’t have to buy any more and would save money. She was always looking for ways to save because she never knew if she’d have to run again. She felt the body’s heat and then the scent before the person pressed against her.

“Hey, pretty lady. Are you ready to go for a drink?”

Cat gritted her teeth. “Jeffrey, I’ve told you numerous times that I’m not interested, now back off and get the fuck away from me.”

He stiffened and pressed hard against her, and he made sure she felt his cock against her ass. Damn, she wished she’d had her knife with her. She’d teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

“I’m only trying to be nice,” Jeffrey said.

Cat snorted. “If you were nice, you wouldn’t sexually harass me.”

He chuckled. “Oh, now. I think you like this too much.”

“Do you want to fucking know how I really feel? I hate you for the trouble you’ve made for me. All I’m trying to do is my job, and I have to deal with your shit. There’s nothing about you that I find pleasant, so even if I wanted to be with a man, you’d be the last one. Now, back the fuck off.”

He pressed his mouth against her ear and growled. “Now, you listen here, bitch…”

“Is there a problem in here?”

She felt Jeffrey stiffen and then push away from her before she relaxed. She’d never heard this voice before, but she guessed Jeffrey had from how he acted. “No, man. We were just spending some quality time together.”

“Is that right?” the voice asked sarcastically. “Get the fuck away from her.”

Jeffrey moved instantly. “Man, everything’s good.”

She liked hearing the nervousness in the asshole’s voice.

“Miss.”

She shut off the water and turned with a towel in her hands. Jesus, the man was huge both in height and muscle. He had to be six-feet-four or five inches, so she thought the top of her head would come to his collarbone since she guessed he was at least a foot taller than her. She saw several tattoos down his arms, and suspected he had some on his chest and other places. He was extremely handsome in a rough redneck kind of way that she found appealing.

“You’re the painter my partners have told me about.”

“Yes. I’m Cat Martin.”

“I’m Macy Anderson, one of the owners. Now, tell me if you want this guy’s attention?”

“Hell, no. He’s been messing with me since day one.”

Macy grunted and shook his head. “Jeffrey, If I ever hear of you even looking her way, I’ll put your head through a fucking wall. Do you understand me?”

She could see him doing that very easily. Hell, the guy’s hands were as big as dinner plates, and his shoulders were over twice what hers were.

“Y-you can’t threaten me.”

“This isn’t a threat. It’s a promise I’m giving her that you won’t look at her. If you break that promise, I’ll have to take you out back and beat the shit out of you, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll cut you into little pieces. You know what I am and what I did before coming here, so I don’t think you’ll doubt I know how to do that and am not the least bit squeamish about it. In fact, I enjoy putting scum like you in the ground. Now, leave the building and never come back. I’ll talk to your boss.”

She watched the byplay and had to fight to keep from laughing. Jeffrey was very close to pissing his pants or throwing up.

When Jeffrey didn’t move fast enough, Macy barked at him like a drill sergeant. “Move.”

Jeffrey jumped and raced out of the room. They listened to the fast-moving fading footsteps and then a thunk from one of the outer doors.

“Damn, I’m sorry you had to deal with that shit. What did my other partners say about it?”

“They didn’t know.”

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