Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

7
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“Holy shit.”
e said that?”
“Verbatim.”
“That was pretty much my reaction, too.”
Sloane pauses. “And you didn’t throw yourself to your
knees, rip open his zipper, and latch on to him like a sucker
fish?”
Rolling my eyes, I sigh. “And they say romance is dead.”
It’s the next morning. I’m at home, where I’ve been doing
the same thing I’ve been doing since the cab dropped me off
last night. Namely, pacing.
No lights were on next door when I got home. There’s
been no movement at his house this morning, either. There’s
been no sign of Kage at all. I don’t even know if he’s there or
not.
“Seriously, babe, that’s got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever
heard. And I’ve pretty much heard everything.”
Chewing my thumbnail, I turn around and pace the other
direction.
“I agree that it’s hot. It’s also way over the top. What kind
of woman would react with ‘Sure, great, please fuck all my
holes, Mr. Complete Stranger, sounds like a totally solid and
not at all dangerous plan’?”
“Well, for starters…me.”