He peeked up at me. “Yeah, I guess.”
“We need to talk about something else.”
“A new job?”
“Soon. But I need to know, Kit. What did you do with all that money you withdrew yesterday?”
A blush rushed into his cheeks, giving his pale face some color. “It’s my money. I can do whatever I want with it.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I used it to help some friends get away from Nolan.” He rolled his finger over a few crumbs. “I didn’t like that I got out but they were stuck there, so I called them, and we had dinner together.”
Speechless, I stared at this beautiful, sweet boy. A hooker with a heart of gold. His pimp used to take most of his money. He could have done anything selfish and splurged that money on himself, and he would have been entitled after the life he’d had. Instead, he’d chosen to give his friends an opportunity of a lifetime.
“Okay, so you did something good,” I said slowly, weighing my words. “But I’m going to be helping you to manage your money from now on.”
He frowned. “You don’t think I can manage my money?”
“I think you have a kind heart, but you have to be careful. When this gig of ours ends, you might have nothing to fall back on and end up on the streets. That’s not what I want for you. I’m not saying you can’t help your friends, but you also have to think about yourself. I have a feeling you don’t do that too often, so I’ll do it for you.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you want to be my sugar daddy.” His eyes twinkled with mischief, just the way I’d gotten used to. I hated the look of uncertainty and vulnerability he’d exuded earlier.
He was also back in all his flirtatious glory.
“Or, like a financial adviser,” I countered.
“Boo.” He made a face and threw a half-eaten cracker at me. I caught it and popped it into my mouth without thinking. Kit swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I prefer Master when I’m playing in kitty space anyway.”
Kitty space? I wasn’t touching that one with a barge pole.
“And whenever you find one, you let me know, and I’ll absolve you of our working agreement.”
Kit sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, his expression contemplative.
“Are you finished?” I pointed at the package of saltines.
“Yeah, I don’t think I should eat anymore until my stomach settles.” His face brightened up. “Know what will make me feel better? You can take me to the cat café, just like you promised.”
I picked up the saltines and dumped them into the garbage. “Not today, you won’t. Not after you’ve been bad last night.”
“But you promised.”
“I promised once a month. I didn’t give you a specific day.”
“But I have nothing to do today.”
“Don’t you? Maybe you should think about the consequences of underage drinking.”
“That rule’s stupid.” He rose to his feet and headed for the door, the blanket trailing behind him. “It’s my body. If I can have sex with whomever I want, why can’t I drink whatever I want?”
“Because drinking can affect other people and not just you.”
He glared at me over his shoulder. “I hate when you make sense.”
I chuckled, shaking my head when he disappeared. He wasn’t gone for long, though, puttering around in the living room. He made several trips back and forth. What the hell was he doing there? I strode to the living room, then came to an abrupt stop. My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
Kit had exchanged the blanket for a pink-and-white ruffled skirt with matching shirt. He kneeled to fix whatever it was, showing off way too much—kitty paw imprints at the sole of his white socks, a fluffy pink tail with a delicate bow attached to his skirt. I caught a glimpse of the underside of his bare ass cheeks in what had to be another of those silk thongs he seemed to prefer wearing.