CHAPTER SEVEN

 

Hendrix

 

I let out a surprised laugh when the phone goes dead in my ear. I shake my head, and I reprogram her name from Cat Thief to Sexy Voiced Cat Thief.

All raspy and seductive and dipping a little lower when she flirted back. She doesn’t sound like the fifty-year-old spinster I imagined her to be. And all that sass. Not a man alive who’s interested isn’t peeked by a bit of sass in a woman.

“Yuck.” I look up to find Carter looking at me, a disgusted look on his face.
“What?” I frown, confused. I look down at myself. Yep, still have all my clothes on. And Carter just went to fetch the Chinese at the door; so I couldn’t have made a mess of myself already.
“You have a stupid smile on your face. Like that one you get when you see a woman who…” he stops short and looks between me and my phone, then starts to violently shake his head. “No. Nope. En. Oh.”

“No, what? I haven’t done anything.”

“Oh, I know that look. You’ve found a piece of ass that you find interesting. No distractions. There is still way too much to be done before Christmas, and I need a goddamn vacation. No way we’re getting it all done this week with you distracted. I’m putting up with all this Christmas craziness, but I am not putting up with a woman.” He’s actually shaking a finger at me. I roll my eyes at him.

“I’m not distracted. It was one phone call.”

Carter places his hands on his hips and raises an eyebrow at me.
“Whatever. Fine. No distractions. Where’s the food?”

We continue working in silence as we eat our food. Me on finishing three Christmas comics to be posted during the month while we take a well-deserved break and Carter sorting out the admin and business side of things. At the end of the day we go over the schedule for the next couple of days and plan what needs to get done the next day. It’s late by the time he leaves, and I’m so tired I barely have the energy to drag my ass through the shower, but the thought of getting in between my clean sheets with a dirty body, grosses me out, and I get it done.
I throw away the empty takeout boxes and rinse the plates and cutlery we used before placing them in the dishwasher and make my way to the bedroom. I slump down on my bed and set the alarm on my phone for the ass crack of dawn. I get under the sheets and turn out the lights, expecting sleep to overtake before my head even hits the pillow. But it doesn’t.
Instead, I lay in the dark and hear that raspy, breathy little laugh over and over in my head. I scrub a hand over my face.

No distractions, Hendrix.

No distractions.

No distractions.

No distractions.

I reach for my phone to check the time. It’s already a quarter to twelve, and I need to be up early.

No distractions.

No distractions.

I wonder if she’s still awake.

Nope. No distractions.

Me: Are you awake?

I groan out loud. I have zero self-control. I stare at my phone and then when I get no answer, place it back on the nightstand. She’s probably asleep.
I turn over and close my eyes, ready to force myself to sleep, but when I hear the buzz of my phone vibrating, I can’t reach it fast enough.

Ophelia: Just got into bed. What’s up?

Me: Alone?

Ophelia: No, Austin is here too ;)

Minx.
Me: Send me a picture.

I laugh when I receive a picture of a beautiful sunset over a serene dam.

Me: Nice. But that’s not what I meant. I want a picture of MY cat.

Ophelia: Then you should have been more specific.

Me: Can I have a picture of MY cat.

Me: Please.

Ophelia: No.

Me: Why not?

Ophelia: I don’t know where your cat is. I only have MY cat here. Can’t help. Sorry.

I laugh again and shake my head.

Me: Very sad. My heart hurts.

Ophelia: I’m sorry to hear that. Anything I can do to help?

My mind goes to a million different places. All of them dirty and none of them what she probably meant. But, no risk no gain, right?

Me: Yes. Show me what you look like.

I hold my breath in anticipation until my chest hurts. She’s gone quiet. Did I scare her off? I’ve just about given up on her when my phone vibrates in my hand.

Ophelia: You first.

My eyebrows rise. I should have seen that coming. And why am I suddenly nervous? What if she sees me and turns into one of those ditz’ s who giggle at anything I say. I’m enjoying her sass way too much.

Oh, my god.

What if she doesn’t like my face? What if she sees it and never speaks to me again? What if she takes the picture to the police and they drape it all over town as some kind of weird cat sex offender?
I’m being ridiculous.

But I’m still having way too much fun to ruin it now by sending a picture. I send her a picture of my arm instead. Maybe there was flexing. So? Maybe I do still want her to find me sexy.
Ophelia: LOL! I’ve never spoken to an arm before. Maybe I’ve had too much wine tonight.

I frown. That’s it? No comment on my impressive physique?

I send another of my abs. The sheets pulled down low to just enough to be obscene but without showing the good bits.

Me: There’s more to me than just an arm ;)

Me: Your turn.

I sit up in bed and lean back against the headboard. Eager to see what she’ll show me. When the picture finally comes through, I start choking on my saliva. The picture is of Beau cuddled up on her lap as she’s laying down in bed. But that’s not what got my attention.
Nope.
What got my attention is the shirt she’s wearing. Obviously meant for sleeping, it’s Harry Potter themed. The words ‘I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good’ written across the thin material. The words stretched across her ample tits. Her luscious curves on full display. I bring the phone closer and squint at it. I swear I can see her nipples.
I reach for my glasses next to the bed and… yep. Nipples. Hard nipples. My cock jerks.

Me: You owe me one more…

After a few beats, she sends another.

“Holy fuck. Holy. Fuck.” I mutter to myself. Just lay me out and call me distracted. In this picture, Beau is nowhere to be seen. Neither are her sheets. All I see is a black triangle of fabric between her creamy thighs with the words ‘My Precious’ stamped across it.
I save both pictures to a password protected folder which I promptly name ‘Spank Bank’ and then palm my raging hard-on while I think of something to say.

Me: May I Slytherin?

Oh, what the fuck you corny asshole. Way to let your geek flag fly.

Ophelia: Oooh, I don’t think you can handle it. One night with me and they’ll call YOU Moaning Myrtle…

Me: I’m sure you’ll find me more than able. Have you heard of Platform 9 and ¾? Because I know of something else with those exact measurements.

Ophelia: Careful. My name may not be Luna, but I sure know how to Lovegood.

I’m about to become dehydrated. Either by the tears falling from laughing so hard or the precum seeping out of my hard cock. This sassy girl with the great tits is as big of a geek as I am. Before I know what I’m doing, I press dial on my phone and hold the phone to my ear, waiting for her to answer.

“Hello?” Her raspy, breathy voice sounds almost shy when she answers.

“Are you using the Confundus Charm? Or are you just naturally mind-blowing?”