See Me .(24)
“No!” She turned again and bumped into a wall of muscle, her purse clattering to the floor. A bark came from the bedroom, followed by the scratching patter of tiny nails.
“It’s okay, Penelope! It’s Mommy. I’m home.”
The strong hands holding her steady didn’t let go; they pulled her in tighter. She didn’t want them to ever let her go again. The small dog nestled her way between their legs and stood guard. Abigail got the point. Her dog wasn’t at all happy that she’d brought a man home. It was a first for them both.
“Okay, girl, let’s get you a snack, and we’ll go to bed.” She bent to gather the scattered items from her purse.
“You can go.” She looked over her shoulder at Sean. “I’m still a little tipsy, but I can manage from here. Thanks for bringing me home.”
“I promised Ron I’d put you to bed. Where’s your dog’s treats? I’ll get that taken care of while you get ready for bed.”
She plopped down on the floor next to her purse. The thought of having someone go through her cabinets, even if it was Penelope’s snack cabinet, made her stomach ache. “I can get them.”
She started to get up when Sean slid his arms under her own and lifted her up. He waited until she stopped wobbling before letting her go. “Go get ready for bed.” He started toward the kitchen. “Are they in here?”
What the hell? The guy walked around her apartment like he’d been there a million times before. She scampered to reach the kitchen before he did. “Really, it’s okay. I can manage.” Penelope trotted over to Sean. Traitor!
He knelt, emphasizing the size of his strong thighs. His hands looked huge next to her furry little face. The dog nuzzled his palm. If she’d been a damn cat, she’d have purred. “She’s nice,” he said and gave her back a rough scratch. Penelope flopped over.
“Um, get up! Penelope, come here.” Abigail patted her thighs. “Come on, girl. Let’s get you a treat.”
The dog ignored her as Sean scratched at the white hair on her belly. “Looks like she thinks my plan’s better. Are we going to stay in the living room all night, or are you going to get ready for bed?”
What in the hell had gotten into her damn dog? “Fine, treats are in the cabinet by the fridge. She gets two bones. No more. I don’t want her to get too fat.”
He picked up the dog and tucked her under his arm. “Oh, I don’t know, girls need meat on their bones to look good. Maybe I’ll give her three.” Abigail opened her mouth and snapped it shut. “Now get your pretty ass in the bathroom, then into bed.”
Had he just said he liked curvy women? She wanted to jump up and down and clap her hands like an idiot. The thought made her sashay her hips a bit more than needed as she made her way to the bathroom. He likes fluffy girls…la di da…he likes fluffy girls!
She closed the bathroom door and glanced over at the tub. The thought of the naughty DVD she’d watched yesterday seeped into her thoughts. The sexy image of Sean stepping out of Eric’s Jacuzzi made her pussy whimper. There he stood on her TV, naked, shaving, and getting ready for bed. God, he had the perfect bubble butt, each cheek round enough to be more than a handful. Maybe she could lock the bathroom door and rub one off real quick. He’d never know. Maybe even watch the DVD again after he left. But I don’t want him to leave.
She didn’t want another night of coming followed by tears. She wanted a warm body. In Sean’s case, a hot body, to cuddle with after the euphoria of her orgasm. She’d gone out, in public, to a bar, at night. She had been brave, and look what happened—nothing. Absolutely nothing bad had happened. She was safe and actually had fun. If she could accomplish that, think of the other possibilities. Maybe she could even go to the grocery store for longer than five minutes.
God, she had to pee. Sitting on the toilet always seemed to bring about her greatest ideas. The endless stream of urine made her laugh. “Okay,” she said to herself. “I haven’t had sex in like, damn, two years.” Oh God, it’s been three years. “Okay, so maybe tonight could be my lucky night. Sean’s strong and can fight. If Justin found out…” Just speaking the bastard’s name made her tongue turn to acid.
“Wait, he’ll never know. There’s no way.” Well, maybe no way. “Okay, so I can sleep with Sean tonight, and we can go back to business as usual. Yep, that’s the plan.”
She flushed the toilet and washed her hands. The mirror was the great equalizer. Damn! Her ponytail was lopsided, her sweater hung from one shoulder, and the gloss on her lips was long gone. She did her best to brush out the tangles and let the long locks drape over her shoulders. Ditching the sweater, she tugged her legs free from the tight jeans and readjusted her boy-short panties.