Trevor
I’ve always been a man with a healthy sexual appetite, but what I felt around Melina was insane. I wanted to touch her, taste her, and fuck her constantly. I almost felt like she was an addiction I craved more each time I had her. It wasn’t even just the sex, although the sex was beyond amazing. I liked Melina, enjoyed her biting sense of humor and her focus on her job. Tonight, she’d taken the night off, and even if she hadn’t said it, I knew she was doing it to spend time with me, something I was definitely looking forward to. I’d been tempted to offer to take her out, but I’m a selfish bastard, and I wanted to spend a quiet evening alone with her. I should say a quiet evening with her and Mr. Whiskers.
I couldn’t help but grin as I watched her eat chicken soft tacos, the meal I was proud of having made with only a little help from Melina. Several months ago, Melina had told me she didn’t like eating out. I’d asked my mom to teach me to cook a few things, and I’d watched some cooking shows. The cooking shows had been too much for me, but I had recently found that I could find a recipe for just about anything online.
Mr. Whiskers was happily eating cat food. I was still having trouble believing Melina fed her condor cat food, but apparently, being a familiar with the soul of a cat made him act a lot more like a cat than a condor. Melina had also explained that the cat food she bought smelled bad enough to satisfy Mr. Whiskers’ desire for rotting animal flesh.
“No, Trevor is not going to take you for a walk tonight,” Melina told Mr. Whiskers, and then let out an exaggerated sigh. “I know you missed him, but it’s late. Maybe we can all watch a movie together. He might even be willing to play with you, but it’s too late for a walk.”
I’d grown quite fond of Mr. Whiskers, which was a good thing since he and Melina were a package deal. When I’d first seen him, I’d had some serious doubts about pursuing Melina. Mr. Whiskers did not make a good first impression. That was through no fault of his own. The fact was, condors looked a little intimidating. He probably weighed twenty-five pounds, and his body was covered with black feathers, except his nearly featherless, pinkish head. While not the most attractive of birds, Mr. Whiskers had taken an instant liking to me, and I’d appreciated the ally. How did I know he liked me? He followed me around and settled onto my lap when I sat. Sometimes, he’d rub his head against me, much like a cat would.
“I don’t need to be at the office until noon tomorrow, so I’ll take you for a walk before I leave,” I assured him.
That obviously met with his approval because he began dancing in a circle with his wings out as far as he could manage without bumping the stools at the breakfast bar. With probably ten feet of wingspan, that wasn’t much.
Melina shook her head. “Now you’ve done it.”
“Done what?” I asked.
“He’s going to expect you to walk him every morning before you go to work from now on,” she told me.
“I probably will,” I admitted. “Before you accuse me of using your familiar to get on your good side, I genuinely like Mr. Whiskers. I missed him when you weren’t talking to me. You might not believe this, but I took him home with me last night mostly because I wanted to spend time with him.”
Melina looked touched, and I would have said something more if it weren’t for the fact that I now had a condor trying, unsuccessfully, to climb onto my lap while I sat at the breakfast bar. Apparently, he was touched by what I’d said, too.
“Let him finish eating first,” Melina scolded her familiar, and I could tell he was arguing with her by the way he kept flapping his wings and gesturing to me with his head.
“Behave, or you won’t get a treat,” she warned, and the condor eyed her as he considered her threat, probably trying to decide if she was serious. Obviously, he decided she’d follow through with her threat to deny him a treat because he returned to his food, looking as sullen as a condor could manage. Whatever he was saying made Melina laugh, and she explained when she saw my raised eyebrow. “He thinks you’re going to be mad at me for not letting him sit on your lap.”
I fought back a laugh. “He is something else. Does he ever try to fly?” I knew he didn’t fly, even though his wings weren’t clipped, and I’d always wondered if he ever tried, or even wanted to try.
She shook her head. “He can’t fly. Actually, I guess it would be more accurate to say, he can’t remember how to fly. When he first came to me, he could, but the more merged the condor and cat’s souls became, the more he acted like a cat. Now, he’s convinced flying is impossible, which is a very good thing. It’s hard enough keeping him hidden when I’m around humans. Can you imagine what it would be like if people saw him flying? Condors are endangered, and there aren’t supposed to be any around here. Eventually, someone would try to trap him and move him, which would be a huge mess.”
“Good point,” I conceded. “Are you done eating?”
She nodded, so I cleared our plates and set them in the dishwasher before remembering I had something for Melina. “I almost forgot. I have a present for you.”
“You didn’t need to buy me anything,” she insisted, looking almost annoyed at the prospect of me buying her a gift. I made a mental note to remember Melina didn’t like impromptu presents.
“I didn’t buy it,” I explained, going over to the table where I’d dropped my laptop bag and the bag Fluffy had given me. I fought back my grin as I handed her the bag. “These are from a client, and he insisted I give them to a lady friend.”
Melina peered into the bag before regarding me with raised eyebrows. “Bunny slippers? Pink bunny slippers, of all things. Do I look like the bunny slipper type, let alone the pink bunny slipper type?”
One corner of my mouth kicked up as I tried to avoid laughing. “I think you’ll like these.”
“These aren’t normal bunny slippers, are they?” she asked, sounding intrigued.
“Try them on,” I coaxed. “They’re like no slippers you’ve ever owned.”
She got off the stool and set the slippers on the floor. Already barefoot, she started to slide her left foot into the slipper when it let out a squeaky growl and bounced forward. The other slipper spun to face her.
Alerted to an intruder by the sound, Mr. Whiskers lifted his head and peered at the enchanted slippers. The slipper facing him saw him first, let out a little squeal, and bounced across the floor with the other slipper right behind it. Both slippers bounced out of the kitchen with Mr. Whiskers hot on their trail.
Melina laughed so hard she had to sit down. “Oh, my, Goddess! Those things are going to keep him busy for hours.”
Hearing Melina’s laughter and seeing the pure joy in her eyes had my dick straining against my pants again, and I was suddenly thankful that I’d shoved a condom in the pocket of my jeans before heading down for dinner.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, and it was no exaggeration. Melina took my breath away every time I saw her. It seemed I was constantly hard, and I wasn’t sure it was possible to get enough of her.
Her laughter faded when she looked at me, and I watched as her eyes traveled down to the obvious bulge in my jeans. She hadn’t put a bra on after our lovemaking, and I could see her hardened nipples pressed against the fabric of her tank top. I was dying to suckle those nipples.
The buzzing of Melina’s phone, which was sitting on the breakfast bar, made me groan because something told me I wasn’t going to get to use the condom in my pocket anytime soon.
“Ignore it,” I told her, and she looked like she was seriously considering it.
“I really need to see who’s calling,” she finally said, with obvious regret. “I promised the director I’d be available if anything came up tonight.”
I nodded, doing my best to get my dick to listen to reason. He didn’t understand why we weren’t fucking Melina. He didn’t understand that her job mattered.
“What is it?” she snapped into the phone, and I saw her jaw clench as she listened to the person on the other end of the line. “Fine. I’ll be there in an hour to come up with a work around for the scenes we need to film tonight.” She let out an annoyed snort at whatever the person calling had said. “Yes, you were interrupting something important, and before you ask, it’s none of your damn business. There had better be chocolate for me when I get there, or I will seriously lose my shit.”
Melina slammed the phone down on the counter so hard, I was surprised it didn’t break. At least, I could take comfort in the fact that she was obviously as frustrated as I was.