terrible when it comes to using so much electricity. I don’t want to throw
them out, so I’ve already found a place that will take them. I’m not sure
what they do with them exactly, but I did look around to find a good
recycling place where they wouldn’t just go to the dump.”
“You can buy replica seventies fridges?” Arabella asked, amazed.
“No, the ones I’m getting are more of a replica fifties vibe, and they’re
powder pink. I thought it would be a nice compliment to all the yellows
and browns.”
“I changed my mind. I think the kitchen might be best. For the cactus. On
the window ledge if it’s big enough.” The cactus was pretty small, so she
was sure it would fit there.
June gave her a funny look and it took her a second to catch on to what
she meant. “I’m not sure which spot is best,” June purred. “But I know what
spot is best for you.”
Arabella’s mouth went dry as June stepped close to her and plucked the
plant out of her hands neatly, setting it on the kitchen counter. She
advanced, all purpose and flashing eyes that were hot on Arabella’s face,
and Arabella backed up a step, just because she liked the thrill she felt at
being pursued. June closed in on her until she was backed up against the
wall. She bracketed her in with a hand on either side of her shoulders. Even
though she was inches shorter and more petite, Arabella still felt excited at
being caged that way.
“Don’t you want to know where you’d fit best in here?” June asked
playfully.
“Uh, if you say the closet, I might be a little bit afraid. But then again, if
it really has shag rug, it might be pretty comfortable.”
June’s lips twitched and Arabella knew she didn’t mind one bit that she
wasn’t playing along properly. “I was thinking more like the shower
actually.”
“Do I stink?”