Page 107 of Life To My Flight

Finishing the last dregs of wine, I stood and laughed when I saw all the crumbs from the remnants of the four cookies I eaten earlier fall to the floor.

Cleo needed a dog.

If he had a dog, I wouldn’t be worried about the crumbs.

Groaning with annoyance, I went to the closet where Cleo kept his vacuum and started cleaning.

Which inevitably led to me cleaning the entire house, stopping to hydrate myself once or twice with another cup of coffee…I mean wine.

I don’t know when it happened, but at some point I sat down and fell asleep, because housecleaning was hard work, people!

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Rue

I woke when I felt an unfamiliar hand touch the sole of my foot.

It was there, and then it was gone.

That happened four more times before I woke up, staring straight into the eyes of Sebastian, The VP of The Dixie Wardens.

“What?” I snapped.

Except for I fell back to sleep almost instantly, missing why this strange man was caressing my feet inappropriately.

“You’re going to have to actually pick her up and stand her on her feet. She won’t wake up if you give her girl taps on the foot,” Cleo said mildly.

I wanted to tell Cleo that he was a douche, but for some reason I was extremely comfortable

“Why am I doing this and not you, when you clearly could be doing it right now?” Sebastian asked.

Secretly, I wanted to know the answer to that question as well, but I didn’t care enough about the answer to wake up completely.

Why was it that at night, I could toss and turn for an hour and not find one smidgeon of comfort, but when I needed to wake up, any and every position was like sleeping on the softest of clouds?

“Because she’s mad at me and giving me the silent treatment. I’m supposed to stay away from her, or so she told me last night,” Cleo said dryly.

Had I said that?

“Yes,” Cleo answered immediately.

Clearly, I’d said that out loud.

I popped an eye open and glared at him over the couch. “No, I didn’t.”

“Last night when I tried to get you to back away from the vacuum, you told me to go fuck a duck, and to leave you alone,” he said with amusement.

I closed my eyes again, not even caring in the least. “Whatever. I did not.”

Suddenly my afghan was ripped off me, and I found myself being carried like a sack of grain into the bedroom, watching Sebastian’s amused face as I went.

“I’m gonna barf down your ass if you don’t put me down,” I growled.

He did put me down, right into an ice cold shower.

“Eeeek!” I squeaked. “You…you…butt muncher!”

My stuttered insult had him laughing, and he left with a smile on his face while I struggled out of my wet clothes.

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