“No, baby, I’m just fucking enjoying yourvoi—” He coughed once. “Speech.”
I paused. “What speech?”
He completely changed the subject. “Bunny…are you a,um, human?”
A slick maneuver to check if I was a werewolf. Rudolph might have been smart after all.
“What else would I be? A pig like you?” I said, belly-flopping onto my bed and putting on the speaker. When the faint sounds of shuffling reached my ears, I assumed he’d gone to bed too.
Two strangers.
Speaking on the phone.
At night.
From their own beds.
Intimate. Secretive. Special.
“I was just checking to make sure you weren’t a robot. Or a spinster.” He chuckled, making me roll my eyes.
I suddenly felt calm and relaxed. It was uncharted territory, but I didn’t have the courage to go forward or to understand the thousand whys behind me entertaining the situation.
“And if I were an animal, I’d be a wolf rather than a pig,” he added, the wince audible under his breath. Definitely a werewolf.
I gave him a reprieve from his mistake. “I’m only twenty-one, come on! But I bet you wouldn’t mind a spinster.”
“Twenty-one, huh? Cute.” His voice dropped a note.” And you’re right. I don’t mindolder. Why should I? I’m a supporter of diversity and inclusion.”
“Are you? Or are you just diversifying your portfolio to cast a wider net?”
He barked out a laugh. “Sex is sex! Everyone deserves some. As long as they smell good.”
What a way to mockingly tell me off.
“Pig,” I murmured, hearing him chuckle again.
Damn shivers! Go away.
“That’s an insult, bunny.”
“You’re right!” I teased. “I feel terrible now. I’ll have to send apology notes to all the pigs out there that I’ve insulted.” Before he could retort, I shot out another question. “Why would you choose a wolf rather than a pig?”
I figured I could play human and keep him on the ropes for a little bit longer. They usually didn’t know about werewolves, not unless they were fated to mate with one.
“I eat bunnies like you for breakfast, what else?” he said.
Reluctant amusement tugged up the corner of my mouth. “Has anyone ever told you how rude you are?”
“Many times. Mostly you. That nickname you gave me is a constant reminder.”
Zeus rolled around, belly up, giving me the faux sad eyes.
“Come to bed,” I told him. Right into the speaker.
“Sure, why not? Send the address.”
I huffed. “Do you think about anything besides sexual intercourse?”
