“MOTHERFUCKER GET IT OUT OF HERE!”
After a quick scan of the room, I grimaced. “Trzy,” I said through gritted teeth.
Two women in short dresses and high heels shuffled like ducks running from hunting dogs out of Apollo’s apartment while the cries for help continued. I jockeyed my way through the crowd of large bodies. There must have been a minimum weight limit to be invited to his place. It was like a bouncer convention, except for the few remaining women that I didn’t notice right away because they were all perched on the counters and the back of the sofa with terror etched into their makeup-caked faces.
“Excuse me. Pardon me. Excuse me.” I spotted my little feline slut hunched back ready to jump on the couch and give the two cornered damsels in distress strokes or heart attacks.
“Come on, Trzy.” I scooped her up. “You weren’t invited to the party. Neither was I,” I mumbled.
“Stick, what in God’s name is that?”
I hugged her closer to me, looking up at Apollo blocking the exit. “Stupid question, Apollo. Clearly, Trzy is a cat.”
“She has no hair.”
“She’s hypoallergenic.”
“You’re allergic to cats?”
“I’m not.”
“She has three legs.”
I shrugged. “Hence the name Trzy, and it’s two more than I have.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Part of her ear is missing.”
“She was in an accident. Apparently she got tangled up in a group of bikers. I think that’s why she won’t go biking withme.”
“You bike?”
“I do.”
“With a cat?”
“Gah! No, Apollo! I just said she won’t go with me.”
“Apollo? Like Creed?” a guy behind me said with a chuckle.
I glanced over my shoulder. The Hulk hid his smirk behind his arm, masking his laugh as a cough. The testosterone in the room dissolved my panties. Hulk’s blond man bun held my gaze a few extra seconds, and he smelled like sex felt. I didn’t even know what that meant, but it crossed my mind as I took a second whiff. Visiting a gynecologist was on my to-do list. There was a ninety-percent chance that I was in heat.
“Trzy means three?” the Hulk asked with a smirk.
“Yes. That’s what the card said when she was delivered to me. It’s the Polish word for three.
Hulk shook his head. “I don’t even want to know what kind of person gives you that…” he nodded to Trzy “…as a gift. But I can tell you the number three in Polish is pronounced ‘shi’ not “tr-zy”
I squinted one eye. “The note said T-r-z-y. Tr-zy.”
Hulk shook his head. “It’s ‘shi’”
“‘Shi? Like shit without theT?”
“No. Like shit with the T at the beginning. Shi.”
I couldn’t hear him pronounce the T and, in general, it sounded like the noise Trzy made when she was hacking up a fur ball.
I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter. She responds to tr-zy.”
