Page 37 of Resurgent
Her grin is contagious. “Sounds interesting.”
“Let’s see… Get a dog? Another one that doesn’t make sense. I travel too much to have a dog.”
“I’ve always wanted a dog,” she says wistfully, looking over my shoulder at the list.
“I can totally see that. One of thosefrou frourat-looking things that you carry around in your purse?” I tease.
“No!” she retorts. “A big goofy lab from a shelter. Maybe one whose owner died or didn’t want him anymore. One that’s big enough to hug when I’m feeling sad.”
I have a sudden image of a forgotten little girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders, whose life might have been a tiny bit better if she’d had a dog to confide in. But before I can say anything, she quickly changes the subject.
“What about this one?”
Charlotte’s perfectly manicured finger is pointing to “kinky sex,” and although her tone is nonchalant, I can feel the vibrations of arousal coming from her body that I can somehow read like my own.
I arch an eyebrow at her. “You want to?”
She flushes. “Just to make sure we cover all the bases and don’t miss anything.” She’s trying to act casual, but I don’t buy it for a minute. And there’s nothing I want more than to see her unravel as she gives her all to me.
“Oh sweetheart, we’ll definitely cover all the bases. And I’ll make damn sure you don’t miss a thing. But first things first. Go put on your dancing shoes.”
