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would have made the devil proud, while I slid down in my chair so that I could reach him enough to run my bare foot up the front of his pjs, taking advantage of how near he stood.
“So, why don’t you tell her?” I purred seductively, “Is it as big as the rest of you?”
RED
Tracey H. Kitts
52
Alfred’s eyes sparkled with a mischief I’d never seen before as he said, “You can tell her yourself, I’ve got work to do.” He turned around and began pouring himself some coffee.
“So you’ve said, but I don’t see you going anywhere.”
“Watch closely then.” He picked up his coffee cup with a smile and left the room.
Kat sat down across from me, her embarrassment replaced by curiosity. “Well?”
she persisted.
“What brings you here this early, Kat?”
“Oh, no. You’re not changing the subject. You’re going to explain what just happened here.”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? It didn’t look like nothing from the view I had.”
“Yeah, well, your view was blocked a bit by the roses.”
“Not blocked enough to miss him pinching your ass or calling you sugar pie , in Italian, no less. He was in your room, and it’s too damn early for business.”
“So what, it had to be pleasure?”
“Well wasn’t it?”
“No,” I laughed, “but it might have been if someone hadn’t started throwing rocks at my window.”
“Oops,” she giggled. “Seriously?”
“Yeah,” I said, getting two mugs out of the cabinet, “seriously.”
“Wait a minute. He spent the night with you?”
“Yes.”
“And nothing happened?”
“Depends on what you’d define as nothing,” I took a sip of coffee and managed to burn my tongue. Kat raised her eyebrows. Alfred walked back in suddenly, going straight for the refrigerator. We got suspiciously quiet.
He looked at us briefly before commenting, “I see the subject hasn’t changed.” He walked around Kat, leaned over her shoulder and said, “You know, curiosity killed the cat.”
“Is that a threat?” she laughed.
“No,” he smiled, “But a lady never asks, and a gentleman never tells.”
Kat seemed to regain some of her composure along with her wicked grin as she said, “Ok then, show me where I can find a lady and a gentleman, and I won’t ask them to tell me anything.”
I laughed at the look on Alfred’s face. “Well, you’ve got me there, Kat. But, Alfred really is a gentleman.”
“I thought those were extinct,” Kat said skeptically. “Shouldn’t he be on display somewhere?”
“Maybe,” I said as I imaged him ‘displayed’ across my scarlet bed sheets. The honeyed bronze of his skin looked good against red. Alfred picked up the cream he’d taken from the fridge and left the room with a smile.
“You really didn’t …,” Kat began.
“No,” I interrupted.
RED
Tracey H. Kitts
53
“How disappointing …. He’s not gay is he?”
“No!” I looked as scandalized as possible. “He really is a gentleman … although, I might have changed that in a few more minutes.”
“Well, next time you plan to seduce someone before nine o’clock, leave me a message.”
“Don’t think I won’t,” I threatened with a laugh. “So, what brings you here?”
The smile faded from her face. “I just wanted to warn you to be expecting another visit from your new neighbor.”
“What?” I was horrified at the thought of having to endure that woman’s presence in my house again. “What for?”
“She stopped by my shop yesterday after I left here, wanted me to decorate for her party.”
“Party?” I felt nauseated.
“Yes, and you’re invited.” She giggled, doing a really good impression of Marcy Johnson.
“Why?” I asked, still hoping this was all a bad dream.
“She wants to get to know everybody. She’s invited half the town.”
“Great, more people to make me feel like a weirdo,” I said sarcastically. “I’m not going.” My mind was made up.
“Well, she
“So, why don’t you tell her?” I purred seductively, “Is it as big as the rest of you?”
RED
Tracey H. Kitts
52
Alfred’s eyes sparkled with a mischief I’d never seen before as he said, “You can tell her yourself, I’ve got work to do.” He turned around and began pouring himself some coffee.
“So you’ve said, but I don’t see you going anywhere.”
“Watch closely then.” He picked up his coffee cup with a smile and left the room.
Kat sat down across from me, her embarrassment replaced by curiosity. “Well?”
she persisted.
“What brings you here this early, Kat?”
“Oh, no. You’re not changing the subject. You’re going to explain what just happened here.”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? It didn’t look like nothing from the view I had.”
“Yeah, well, your view was blocked a bit by the roses.”
“Not blocked enough to miss him pinching your ass or calling you sugar pie , in Italian, no less. He was in your room, and it’s too damn early for business.”
“So what, it had to be pleasure?”
“Well wasn’t it?”
“No,” I laughed, “but it might have been if someone hadn’t started throwing rocks at my window.”
“Oops,” she giggled. “Seriously?”
“Yeah,” I said, getting two mugs out of the cabinet, “seriously.”
“Wait a minute. He spent the night with you?”
“Yes.”
“And nothing happened?”
“Depends on what you’d define as nothing,” I took a sip of coffee and managed to burn my tongue. Kat raised her eyebrows. Alfred walked back in suddenly, going straight for the refrigerator. We got suspiciously quiet.
He looked at us briefly before commenting, “I see the subject hasn’t changed.” He walked around Kat, leaned over her shoulder and said, “You know, curiosity killed the cat.”
“Is that a threat?” she laughed.
“No,” he smiled, “But a lady never asks, and a gentleman never tells.”
Kat seemed to regain some of her composure along with her wicked grin as she said, “Ok then, show me where I can find a lady and a gentleman, and I won’t ask them to tell me anything.”
I laughed at the look on Alfred’s face. “Well, you’ve got me there, Kat. But, Alfred really is a gentleman.”
“I thought those were extinct,” Kat said skeptically. “Shouldn’t he be on display somewhere?”
“Maybe,” I said as I imaged him ‘displayed’ across my scarlet bed sheets. The honeyed bronze of his skin looked good against red. Alfred picked up the cream he’d taken from the fridge and left the room with a smile.
“You really didn’t …,” Kat began.
“No,” I interrupted.
RED
Tracey H. Kitts
53
“How disappointing …. He’s not gay is he?”
“No!” I looked as scandalized as possible. “He really is a gentleman … although, I might have changed that in a few more minutes.”
“Well, next time you plan to seduce someone before nine o’clock, leave me a message.”
“Don’t think I won’t,” I threatened with a laugh. “So, what brings you here?”
The smile faded from her face. “I just wanted to warn you to be expecting another visit from your new neighbor.”
“What?” I was horrified at the thought of having to endure that woman’s presence in my house again. “What for?”
“She stopped by my shop yesterday after I left here, wanted me to decorate for her party.”
“Party?” I felt nauseated.
“Yes, and you’re invited.” She giggled, doing a really good impression of Marcy Johnson.
“Why?” I asked, still hoping this was all a bad dream.
“She wants to get to know everybody. She’s invited half the town.”
“Great, more people to make me feel like a weirdo,” I said sarcastically. “I’m not going.” My mind was made up.
“Well, she
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