Still, my pulse quickened as I met Alexander’s unreadable expression. It felt like I was hiding illegal drugs in my room, not a simple sex toy. “Uh, hi,” I said.
“Hey, there. I was wondering if the kitten and I could have ate
dinner with you. Mike is out, and I was thinking of ordering pizza. Me and this little girl could use thepany.” He held up the cat and gave her a sweet kiss on her little cheek.
My stomach flipped at the thought of having Alexander in my house knowing what I had under my bed. But despite having dinner earlier, the appetizers didn’t fill me up, and I did have a steak that I had marinating in the fridge that I was originally going to have for dinner tonight.
“Sure,e in,” I said. “You don’t have to order anything. I can make something.”
Alexander smiled and squeezed my shoulder with the hand that wasn’t holding the kitten. “Thank you, Olivia. I appreciate that. A nice home- cooked meal is exactly what I need.”
The ce where he had touched me on my shoulder burned long after he pulled his hand away.
“Just let the kitten run free,” I told him. “She can get used to the smells of my apartment.“,
He gently set the cat down on my couch. “She just used the bathroom and ate her dinner, so she should be fine.”
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I went into the kitchen and filled a bowl of water for the kitten. Then, I got started on dinner. I began to boil water for a simple pasta dish that I had all the ingredients for and then took out the cutting board so I could chop celery and carrots for a chicken noodle soup. I already had a rotisserie chicken I had bought fully cooked from the store.
“Can I help you with anything?” Alexander offered.
“No, thank you,” I said and smiled. The fact that he had offered warmed my heart.
“So, have you thought about what you want to call the kitten?” I asked Alexander as he took a seat at my kitchen ind. I handed him a cold beer from my fridge and opened one for myself.
“No, I actually haven’t,” he replied and took a sip. “Do you have any ideas?”
I suggested a few names as I cooked our meal. It was nice to talk with
Alexander while I was cooking. I didn’t have to look at him and be intimated by his good looks. The intimacy of cooking his dinner while he watched me made a shiver run up my spine.
After thirty minutes, the meal was ready. Alexander was looking around for the kitten because we hadn’t seen her in a while.
“Let’s just sit down and eat,” I suggested as I set twò bowls of the soup on the table. “I’m sure she’s fine. I don’t want the food getting cold.”
Right when we picked up our forks, a strange buzzing sound came from my bedroom.
“What is that?” Alexander asked and jumped to his feet. “Do you think the kitten’s alright?”
Before I could answer, he ran to my bedroom.
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My stomach stiffened with fear as I realized toote what that buzzing sound was. I must not have shut my door all the way. I dropped my spoon and it ttered to the table. I sprinted to my room, but I was too
Alexander was staring at the floor with confusion in his eyes. The
kitten ran in between my legs and escaped from the room, scared of the loud noise.
But the worst part of the scene was my vibrator buzzing on the floor, looking like a snakelike object as it danced across the wood. The kitten must have mistaken it for a toy and identally turned it on.
Embarrassment washed over me like a tidal wave. Why did I have to plug it in to charge it when I came home? It wouldn’t have been able to turn on without being charged.
“What is that?” Alexander asked.
My heart lifted slightly with hope. Was it possible that Alexander wasn’t familiar with this sex toy? Immediately, I thought of a lie,
“It’s a, um, a massager!” I said. “It’s for really sore muscles. I’ve been having bad back pain. I think it’s because of my mattress.” I put my hand on my lower back and scrunched my noise, praying that he bought my lie.
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