Cat Of A Different Color
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“So?”
“So if you fight it, the dreams will start. Hot, sweaty dreams. The kind that leave you aching. And it gets worse. You’ll feel no desire for anyone else, because if your body can’t have the real thing it’ll take the dreams. There is no denying your mate .”
She pulled her dark glasses down and tried not to squint in the light. She allowed her eyes to flash red.
“Rudy will kill him. If my denying him protects him—”
“Bullshit.”
Sheri winced; she hadn’t noticed the bell over the door jingling. She pushed her glasses back up her nose and pulled back into herself. “Hello, Dr. Giordano.”
“Call Becky,” Adrian said to Simon.
“Why?” Simon asked.
For an answer, Adrian vaulted over the glass countertop and slung Sheri over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. He ignored her squeak of protest, picked up Jerry’s harness. Jerry, the traitor, immediately obeyed as Adrian carted them calmly out of the building. “Bye, Simon!”
Simon’s laughter boomed out behind her. “Bye, guys.”
“Put me down,” Sheri growled.
“Nope.”
“Put me down now, doofus!”
He huffed out a laugh. “You’re not the first person to call me that.”
She stilled, an unreasonable jealousy causing her to see red. “Who?”
“Simon and Max.”
She relaxed. “Oh.”
“You bite me and I’ll paddle you. Just so you know.”
His cheerful tone of voice was really beginning to grate on her nerves. That and her upside down position was beginning to give her a headache. “You and what army, bud?”
“You think I need help handling you, princess?”
She grunted as he put her in his car with a loud smacking kiss on the top of her head. She felt three years old. “You know, they have some pretty good drugs for people with your condition. Have you considered taking some?”
“Don’t even think of getting out of the car.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. You have my dog,” she muttered and folded her arms over her chest as he shut the car door with a laugh. At least her sunglasses hadn’t fallen off. Of course, Dr. Doofus hadn’t bothered to grab her jacket, so she was sitting there freezing her ass off in her thin black blouse and pants. The dork.
He grinned, opened the driver’s side door and put Jerry in the back. The traitor settled in happily, waving his tail as Adrian petted him. Then Adrian got in behind the wheel and started the car.
“Where are we going?”
She could hear the smile in his voice. “My place.”
“No.”
“No what?”
“No, I’m not going to your place.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“Good. Take me back.”
“Nope.”
“Then what are you sorry for?”
“For disappointing you. You are going to my place.”
“Dr. Giordano,” she started to say.
He put his hand over her mouth. “My name is Adrian.”
“Mph rr hmph.”
“What?” Adrian took his hand off her mouth.
“Thank you.”
“Uh, you’re welcome?”
“Now take me back to the store.” She folded her arms across her chest again and glared at him, trying desperately not to shiver with cold. He noticed it anyway and put the heater on.
“No.”
“Now.”
“No.”
“I mean it!”
“No.”
She growled. She freaking growled at him. “ Adrian .”
“Sorry, mate, not happening, stop asking.” They pulled into a driveway. Just as he hit the garage door remote she opened her car door and got out, intent on walking back to Wallflowers. She’d only gotten about ten steps before he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
He patted her butt soothingly as she growled at him.
“Oh, no you don’t. I have your dog, remember?” The laughter in his voice merely caused her to snarl.
She could feel her eyes turning red with aggravation.
“Good morning, Dr. Giordano.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Anderson.” She felt him lift a hand off her butt to wave at someone.
“Isn’t that the newest Pride member?” the elderly lady asked in a scandalized whisper.
“Yes, and she’s my mate,” Adrian whispered back with wicked humor.
Sheri snarled again.
“Oh, good for you! Welcome to the neighborhood, young lady!”
“I’m being kidnapped against my will,” she called out calmly. One of them needed to remain sane.
“That’s nice, dear. Have a good day.”
She could feel him chuckling under her stomach and punched his ass as hard as she could. Double dork .
“Ow.” The slap he landed on her butt stung like hell. “Stop that.”
“Put me down!”
“Just let me get the dog…there you go,” he said as Jerry got out of his car and fell into step beside him.
He slammed the car door shut with his foot and carried her into the garage.
She glared at her dog and considered making him cat chow. “I want to go back.”
“Sorry, darlin’. No can do. Welcome home,” he purred as the garage door shut.
“Your car is still outside,” she pointed out, her teeth chattering a little in the cold air.
“But my mate is inside.” He ran his hand over her bottom. “Hmm, a thong? I love thongs.” He sighed happily.
“Pig,” she muttered, amused despite herself.
“Where you’re concerned? Oink oink.”
She choked back an outraged laugh as he carried her into the house. He didn’t put her down until they reached the living room. She could see dark brown hardwood floors, the burnt sienna walls and the beige furniture with chocolate and burnt sienna patterned cushions on it. The coffee table was a carved piece of dark wood, but she couldn’t bring the carvings into focus. It looked so rich she longed to run her fingers over it and examine it more closely. She’d be able to see it if she got close enough, but she didn’t want him to know she was interested in anything in his house. His furniture was modern and comfortable. She found out how comfortable when he unceremoniously dumped her on the sofa. The fabric had the soft feel of velvet under her fingertips, which meant it was probably microfiber. She damn near purred as her hand stroked over it once, then twice before she remembered she was pissed. She decided to go on the attack.
“So if you fight it, the dreams will start. Hot, sweaty dreams. The kind that leave you aching. And it gets worse. You’ll feel no desire for anyone else, because if your body can’t have the real thing it’ll take the dreams. There is no denying your mate .”
She pulled her dark glasses down and tried not to squint in the light. She allowed her eyes to flash red.
“Rudy will kill him. If my denying him protects him—”
“Bullshit.”
Sheri winced; she hadn’t noticed the bell over the door jingling. She pushed her glasses back up her nose and pulled back into herself. “Hello, Dr. Giordano.”
“Call Becky,” Adrian said to Simon.
“Why?” Simon asked.
For an answer, Adrian vaulted over the glass countertop and slung Sheri over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. He ignored her squeak of protest, picked up Jerry’s harness. Jerry, the traitor, immediately obeyed as Adrian carted them calmly out of the building. “Bye, Simon!”
Simon’s laughter boomed out behind her. “Bye, guys.”
“Put me down,” Sheri growled.
“Nope.”
“Put me down now, doofus!”
He huffed out a laugh. “You’re not the first person to call me that.”
She stilled, an unreasonable jealousy causing her to see red. “Who?”
“Simon and Max.”
She relaxed. “Oh.”
“You bite me and I’ll paddle you. Just so you know.”
His cheerful tone of voice was really beginning to grate on her nerves. That and her upside down position was beginning to give her a headache. “You and what army, bud?”
“You think I need help handling you, princess?”
She grunted as he put her in his car with a loud smacking kiss on the top of her head. She felt three years old. “You know, they have some pretty good drugs for people with your condition. Have you considered taking some?”
“Don’t even think of getting out of the car.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. You have my dog,” she muttered and folded her arms over her chest as he shut the car door with a laugh. At least her sunglasses hadn’t fallen off. Of course, Dr. Doofus hadn’t bothered to grab her jacket, so she was sitting there freezing her ass off in her thin black blouse and pants. The dork.
He grinned, opened the driver’s side door and put Jerry in the back. The traitor settled in happily, waving his tail as Adrian petted him. Then Adrian got in behind the wheel and started the car.
“Where are we going?”
She could hear the smile in his voice. “My place.”
“No.”
“No what?”
“No, I’m not going to your place.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“Good. Take me back.”
“Nope.”
“Then what are you sorry for?”
“For disappointing you. You are going to my place.”
“Dr. Giordano,” she started to say.
He put his hand over her mouth. “My name is Adrian.”
“Mph rr hmph.”
“What?” Adrian took his hand off her mouth.
“Thank you.”
“Uh, you’re welcome?”
“Now take me back to the store.” She folded her arms across her chest again and glared at him, trying desperately not to shiver with cold. He noticed it anyway and put the heater on.
“No.”
“Now.”
“No.”
“I mean it!”
“No.”
She growled. She freaking growled at him. “ Adrian .”
“Sorry, mate, not happening, stop asking.” They pulled into a driveway. Just as he hit the garage door remote she opened her car door and got out, intent on walking back to Wallflowers. She’d only gotten about ten steps before he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
He patted her butt soothingly as she growled at him.
“Oh, no you don’t. I have your dog, remember?” The laughter in his voice merely caused her to snarl.
She could feel her eyes turning red with aggravation.
“Good morning, Dr. Giordano.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Anderson.” She felt him lift a hand off her butt to wave at someone.
“Isn’t that the newest Pride member?” the elderly lady asked in a scandalized whisper.
“Yes, and she’s my mate,” Adrian whispered back with wicked humor.
Sheri snarled again.
“Oh, good for you! Welcome to the neighborhood, young lady!”
“I’m being kidnapped against my will,” she called out calmly. One of them needed to remain sane.
“That’s nice, dear. Have a good day.”
She could feel him chuckling under her stomach and punched his ass as hard as she could. Double dork .
“Ow.” The slap he landed on her butt stung like hell. “Stop that.”
“Put me down!”
“Just let me get the dog…there you go,” he said as Jerry got out of his car and fell into step beside him.
He slammed the car door shut with his foot and carried her into the garage.
She glared at her dog and considered making him cat chow. “I want to go back.”
“Sorry, darlin’. No can do. Welcome home,” he purred as the garage door shut.
“Your car is still outside,” she pointed out, her teeth chattering a little in the cold air.
“But my mate is inside.” He ran his hand over her bottom. “Hmm, a thong? I love thongs.” He sighed happily.
“Pig,” she muttered, amused despite herself.
“Where you’re concerned? Oink oink.”
She choked back an outraged laugh as he carried her into the house. He didn’t put her down until they reached the living room. She could see dark brown hardwood floors, the burnt sienna walls and the beige furniture with chocolate and burnt sienna patterned cushions on it. The coffee table was a carved piece of dark wood, but she couldn’t bring the carvings into focus. It looked so rich she longed to run her fingers over it and examine it more closely. She’d be able to see it if she got close enough, but she didn’t want him to know she was interested in anything in his house. His furniture was modern and comfortable. She found out how comfortable when he unceremoniously dumped her on the sofa. The fabric had the soft feel of velvet under her fingertips, which meant it was probably microfiber. She damn near purred as her hand stroked over it once, then twice before she remembered she was pissed. She decided to go on the attack.
