Chapter Thirty-One
PATRICK
What did I do?
She kissed me and I took it so far. I was such a creep!
She probably felt like she had to say okay last night because I was a new employee and kissed me this morning because she didn’t want me to know that I had pushed her too far. Honeyville was a small town, did it have more than just a bare bones police department?
Should I just turn myself in?
Jude and Paul had left but I couldn’t find the urge to make myself leave the office. I just kept rotating between sitting at my desk, pacing one end to the other and staring at Elle’s desk. My dick twitches every time I focus on her desk so I did my best to keep my gaze everywhere but there.
“Rrreow!” Honey Cat scratches at the door.
Thankful for something else to focus on, I open the door and let the tabby in. She gives me a look as she saunters in implying I took too long to let her in, “My apologies your highness.” I tip my head in apology and she just blinks at me. “Honey Cat, you are a tough but fair ruler. Let me get you some water.” I makequick work of filling up HC’s bowl and placing the bowl right in her spot.
Apparently, water isn’t enough to buy her forgiveness because she just looks at me. Do cats have eyebrows? If they do, this freaking cat just raised an eyebrow at me before flicking her eyes to the empty space next to her bowl.
Ahhh, she was looking for a snack as well. “Have a drink, little one. I’ll find your treats.” This cat is blowing my mind. She tips her head and prowls to her water. This dang cat.
My small distraction is gone as I come to the realization that HC’s treats are in the bottom drawer of Elle’s desk. I gulp and try to focus on getting some food for Elle’s cat.
Elle’s cat.
Elle’s pussy cat.
Elle’s pussy.
Nope nope nope. I run my hands through my hair and yank at the roots, I can’t do this. I need to get out of here but I can’t leave until Honey Cat finishes her meal and she was taking her sweet time. No cares in the world, this cat.
Meanwhile, I’m fighting off a stress boner, anxious to get home so I could shower the smell of her off of me. Maybe that would calm my fried nerves.
About 10 minutes later, Honey Cat curls around my ankles signaling she was done and ready to go. “Finally.” I made quick work of shutting the office down and follow HC out the door. She doesn’t give me a second look and she runs into the fields—I was no longer of any use to her and she had other peasants to rule over.
I was lucky enough to not run into anyone on the way back to my car. I drive home on auto-pilot, doing my best to not think of anything and when my brain drifts to my grumpy goddess and the sounds she made while my mouth was on her, I wouldstart to loudly hum elevator music until I could get my thoughts under control.
I dida lotof humming while I was driving at home.
Showered and shaved, I was now sitting in my front room, debating if I should press play on the show I had queued up on my tv. I’m going back and forth on whether this was too much. Mabel had told me this was Elle’s comfort show while we were hiking and I wanted to get to know Elle more but I was not familiar with this show. With any show, really. As much as I traveled for the last 10 years, I didn’t really make time for tv or movies.
Was this too much, though?
I had soaked up all the information about Elle that Mabel had been willing to give me but should I not have done that? Should I have been normal and waited until Elle felt comfortable enough to share this information with me?
It’s not like I could erase the information from my brain. Alongside my hope to be here for a while, I could actuallycontribute sometime to media consumption. Alright, yes, this wasn’t all about Elle. It was about becoming familiar with things that are probably popular with lots of people.
With that rationalization, I click play and get comfortable.
Chapter Thirty-Two
ELLE
Lola was quick to call the restaurant and cancel our reservation. Mabel had disappeared into the bedroom sections of our suite, collecting blankets and pillows before artfully arranging them all into a floor fort. Once she was happy with her creation, she clapped her hands twice. “Alright, pajamas on and then we’ll order room service.” Mabel turns and runs towards her room, not giving us any chance to object.
I take a deep breath, a throb starting to pulse behind my left eye. How did I get here? I’d never opened up like this to my siblings before but I’d never done anything like letting someone eat me out on my work desk, either. I was at a complete loss.
With no idea how else to proceed, I walk into my room to put on some pajamas. I take my sweet ass time. “Elle! You can’t hide away, this is not the biggest place, we know where you sleeeeep!” I cringe, this time it was Lola taunting me.
