I swallowed and opened the drawer. My words were caught in my throat, but I got the feeling that he didn’t want me to talk. He just wanted me to do.
The bed creaked as I perched on the end of it and rolled the silky stockings up my legs.
“Good girl. Leave your hair down. You have two minutes to get some shoes on and meet me outside.”
The line cut out with those words, and my eyes widened. Two minutes?
“Way to give a girl some warning, asshole,” I muttered, simultaneously brushing my hair and sliding my feet into some heels.
I ran another layer of pink gloss across my lips, and after double-checking that my MIA cat had food in his bowl, I locked the apartment. Damn cat had been out somewhere for three days, probably humping a bunch of lady-cats in a desperate attempt for baby Anguses. Unfortunately for him, his balls were as
