“Rowr!”
“There you are…” It’s a cat. I think. It has a long, nearly naked tail with a spiky tuft at the end. Its fur is an aggressive orange and it’s glaring at me, hiding under a huge lavender bush. One golden eye is at half-mast.
“Did I take your seat?”
“Who are you speaking to, Mrs. MacTavish?”
Perfect. Natalia is listening to me talk to a cat. How far I’ve fallen.
“The cat. It looks pretty rough, is it a household pet?”
She pauses near me, arms behind her back. “I have seen him around, I don’t know if he is allowed indoors.”
I stare at the cat. The cat stares at me.
“What’s his name?”
Natalia gives the barest scoff under her breath, as if she can’t believe her highly-trained self has been stuck with me. “It is Bad Cat.”
“That’s a terrible name,” I tell the cat. He continues to glare at me until I get up from the bench swing and he takes my place.
I’m back with a tin of salmon I procured from the cook, Natalia still bitterly trailing me. Bad Cat consumes the fish within seconds, then sneers at me as he cleans his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bad Cat.”
I’m going to make that cat like me. I was never allowed to have a pet as a child. I was foolish enough to try to hide a bluebird once who’d fallen out of the tree, lining the box with cotton and feeding her with an eyedropper. When the maids told my father, he…
Shuddering, I push the memory away.He can’t hurt me. Not anymore. I’m safe.
I hope.
Chapter Thirteen
In which Morana is introduced to phone sex.
Cameron…
I’ve been craving my wife.
First I had to handle a ‘mysterious’ fire at our bar downtown that leveled one of our most lucrative properties, and then two other jobs that required me to fly to Morocco the next day. They have kept me from her for nearly a week, and it’s infuriating.
I suspect that Cormac is sending me off on tasks that someone else could have handled just to fuck with me. He still doesn’t trust Morana, and I wonder if he’s trying to keep us apart so I don’t ‘soften’ toward her.
Soften.Not likely when all I can think of is her.
It’s dusk in the old city of Marrakech. I finished a blistering workout; had a shower and I’m lounging in my sweatpants. My cock’s never been harder and I have nowhere to put it. Before getting married, it would have taken thirty minutes at a bar to find a pretty lass, but even if I didn’t believe in monogamy, the thought of fucking anyone but Morana makes me itch.
Sitting on my deck at the Royal Mansour Marrakech, I watch the city light up against the spreading darkness and think that having Morana sitting next to me would be the one thing that would make the night perfect.
“Goddamnit, maybe Cormac’s right to question me,” I groan, rubbing my eyes. Still… I dial Miss Kevin’s number.
“Master MacTavish, hello, sir. How may I serve you?”
“Please get one of the secure phones from my office and program it with yours, mine, and Hamish’s number and give it to my wife,” I say, feeling a surge of anticipation. “Tell her I’ll be calling her in ten minutes.”
“I would be delighted, sir!” Miss Kevin says happily, making my eyes narrow. I know she’s partial to Morana, but she’s been making her bias even more obvious.
Pushing down on my swelling cock, I Facetime my wife.
“You gave me a phone!”
