I laugh, "I promise, this one won’t bite you… Well, not unless you provoke it."
"Huh?" She scowls, "Nowthathas piqued my curiosity."
Bingo! I can’t stop the smile from curving my lips as she bends, then grabs the cloth and whisks it off.
Stunned, she stares into the basket. "What…what is that?" she splutters.
"What do you think?"
"I… I…" she reaches for the tiny creature that stretches and yawns. "It’s a…cat?"
"A kitten," I correct her.
"Oh!" She rubs the forehead of the little thing that mewls pitifully. "Oh, you beautiful, beautiful creature." She scoops up the kitten and holds it against her chest. The animal nestles against her breasts. What the fuck? When I had bought her a pet, I hadn’t anticipated competition for her attentions. I scowl at the beast, which nuzzles into her palm.
"What’s your name, you sweet little thing?"
"He doesn’t have a name, yet" Shit should have bought a female kitten. Now, I have another male in the house who is closer to her than I am.
"Andy," she murmurs.
"What?"
"His name is Andy."
"Because I bought you a book by Andy Warhol?"
"D-u-h!" She smiles without look at me. "Are you hungry, Andy? Do you want something to eat?"
"There’s cat food in the kitchen, if you want to feed him."
She stares at me, and I scowl back, "What?"
"You bought cat food?"
"I got you a kitten. Of course, I also bought cat food.” I shrug. “Well, kitten food, to be exact."
Her gaze widens.
"What?" A flush heats my neck. "I am not completely heartless, you know?"
"Hmm." She bites down on her lower lip, and hell, my groin instantly hardens.
"How did you know that I wanted a Savannah?" she murmurs.
"Lucky guess?"
"And how did you find out that Andy Warhol is one of my fave artists ever?"
I raise a shoulder, "His style of expression seemed closest to how I see you."
"How do you see me?"
"You don’t get to ask me the questions." I scowl and her smile widens.
"Humor me on this, Capo."
Fuck, when she calls me that, I’ll do anything for her. Good thing she doesn’t realize that.