Dating Can Be Deadly. Wendy Roberts, LCSWЧитать онлайн книгу.
was hypnotized by Clay’s baby blues. “Who?”
“Aha!” he shouted. “I knew you didn’t have a date and I suppose if I just leave you here you’re going to go right back to snooping, aren’t you?” he barked.
Actually, I was planning on just going home but I didn’t like his tone. He was beginning to sound like my mother. “So what if I am?”
He looked to the heavens for assistance but when none came he lowered his gaze to mine and glared. “I am going to drive you home and make sure that you stay there.”
“Oh, yeah, and how do you propose to manage that? Are you gonna strap me to the roof of your car ’cause last time I checked you only had two seats.”
He reached into his pocket and flipped open his cell phone. Seconds later he was giving directions to a taxi dispatcher.
“Look, I don’t need a cab,” I said. “I’ll just walk home.” Not to mention the fact that I didn’t even have enough cash in my purse for the one-block cab fare. How embarrassing is that?
Clay walked over to his car, opened the driver’s side door and spoke at length to Candy. Something soft nudged my ankle and I glanced down to see the largest rat I’d ever laid eyes on. I yelped and jumped at the same time. The black fur ball looked up at me and mewed softly. It was a cat, or more accurately, a skinny, black, soaking-wet kitten.
“Aww,” I bent down and scooped up the pathetic creature and held it to my chest. It was all ribs and felt as if it hadn’t had a good meal in its entire life. I held the black furry face up to mine and it tentatively licked my chin. I immediately fell in love.
Meanwhile, Clay slammed his car door shut and returned to me.
He stopped short and stared. “What is that?”
“It’s a cat.”
“I can see that it’s a cat. What are you doing with it?”
“I’m holding it. For a lawyer you don’t have much of a grasp of the obvious.”
I took a step away and he yanked me back by the collar of my jacket.
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“You’re waiting right here until the taxi comes.”
I turned to look at Clay. His jaw was set angrily and his eyes were sparked with fury. He looked like he could plow a fist through concrete. I’d never been more attracted to him. If I continued to stay in his close proximity I was going to have serious orgasmic trouble. Luckily, Candy motioned him back to the car.
I closed my eyes and thought of a plan. Okay, so I’d let him stick me in a cab and once we were around the corner I’d get the cabbie to drop me off and I’d walk the rest of the way. I petted the wet furry mass in my arms and it snuggled deeper against me.
The taxi pulled up only seconds later. Clay walked around his Miata and opened the passenger door. Candy unfolded her shapely legs and got to her feet. She shot me a lethal glare then strode angrily to the cab, got in the back and it squealed out of the lot.
Huh.
So Candy’s the one taking the cab.
“Get in,” Clay commanded, holding the passenger door of his Miata open.
“I thought the cab was for me,” I said sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to ruin your date.”
“Get in,” he repeated.
I sighed and slipped into the vehicle.
“You’re not taking that thing with you, are you?”
I looked up at him incredulously. “This kitten? Of course! What do you want me to do, just leave it out here in the rain?”
He growled, slammed the car door shut and walked around to the driver’s side. I gave him directions to my place and we drove in silence. The car smelled intoxicatingly of his cologne and worn leather. If I could bottle that scent and sprinkle it on my pillow I’d never leave my bed.
He curbed his car in front of my building and got out. What a gentleman, he was even going to open my door for me. I wasn’t used to this kind of treatment.
“Thanks,” I said and tucked kitty under my arm as I climbed out of the car. “Look, I’m sorry again about your date.”
“I’ll walk you up,” he offered.
“No, that’s okay,”
“I’ll walk you up,” he said more firmly.
I shrugged and headed for my place, stuffing kitty inside my jacket along the way.
“You’ll have to walk me down,” I said and jabbed my key into the front door of the building. “I live in the basement.”
I wasn’t too thrilled about the prospect of Clay Sanderson seeing my drab studio apartment but I quieted my concerns with the fact that he had already seen me working concession at the Megaplex so, technically, I’d already exceeded my embarrassment limit.
As we walked along the hallway Mrs. Sumner poked her head around. Curlers in hair. Cigarette in mouth. Ratty housecoat.
“Don’t be slammin’ your door!” she snapped, eyed Clay critically and then retreated.
When I opened the door of my suite Clay followed without waiting for an invitation and he nudged the door closed with his hip. I put kitty down on the floor. He—I discretely checked gender on the way over—scampered up onto my sofa bed that was glaringly still in the bed position and snuggled into my blankets. Luckily there were two pine chairs to sit in and Clay already had lowered himself into one.
“So what’s the plan? Are you going to keep the cat?” he asked.
I made a face. “I’m not sure. We’re not allowed pets here.”
As if on cue there was a sharp rap at my door and a voice boomed, “Tabitha, I got a package for you!”
“Ah, shit!” I scooped up kitty and handed him to Clay. “Hide! It’s my landlord!”
“Do you always get deliveries at one in the morning?” Clay whispered. “And where exactly am I supposed to hide?”
I pushed him into the bathroom then answered the knock just as Mel the Mole Man was raising his fist to bang again. The tenants lovingly referred to Mel as the Mole Man because no one had ever seen him in the light of day and he tended to shrink against bright light.
I smiled sweetly through the crack of the door at my landlord’s rotund form and his small squinty eyes that were behind huge thick lenses.
“Hi, Mel.”
“Here.” He pushed the door open farther and thrust a box into my hands. “Somebody dropped this off a few hours ago. I heard you come in so I figured I might as well give it to you now.”
“Thanks,” I started to shut the door but he stopped it with a beefy hand.
“Since we’re both up, maybe you’d like to come over, I got popcorn made and I was just about to watch a Star Trek marathon.”
“Um, as appealing as that sounds—” I flicked him a brief smile “—I gotta say no. Thanks for the package.”
I slammed the door and locked it.
Clay appeared immediately with kitty still in his arms. He opened his mouth to speak but I held a finger to my lips to shush him. A couple seconds later I heard a door across the hall open and then shut.
“Sorry about that, my landlord would’ve had a fit if he saw the cat.”
I tossed the package to the counter, opened a cupboard and pulled down a tin of tuna. After opening the can I dumped the contents into a bowl and put it on the floor. Kitty skidded over so quickly he