Dale Thomason isn't much of a cat person. In fact, he doesn't particularly care for animals of any kind. Or people either, for that matter. A food critic for the local press, he dines out on the company tab without the hassle of going on a date. His sex life is non-existent, particularly when compared to that of his bisexual BFF, Jill. When a stray orange tomcat brazenly follows Dale home one night, he calls Jill to come rid his apartment of the feline terror. But he can't seem to keep the cat out of his home, and the next time it comes inside, Jill isn't there to rescue him, so he lets it stay. That night Dale has the sexiest, most vivid dream starring the hot new redhead who just moved into the apartment across from his. In the morning, the cat has mysteriously vanished and Dale is left reeling from the wet dream. Did he imagine the whole thing? Or does his new neighbor harbor a furry secret?

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But no, she had a… “A what?” he asked, incredulous. When had Jill gotten a life?


Rolling her eyes, she gave him a playful shove and opened her car door to chuck her purse onto the passenger seat. “You know, a date. Where someone takes you out and pays for your food and maybe takes you to a movie? Then you show your appreciation by putting out for him in the back seat of the car. A date.”


“You tramp,” Dale teased. “You fuck on the first date?”


With an arched look, she countered, “And you don’t?”


“I don’t know.” Dale shrugged, hoping he sounded aloof. “I haven’t had one in so long. Who’s the lucky guy or girl, whichever the case may be?”


“Guy,” Jill confirmed. She leaned back against the side of her car, leaving the door wide open. “I told you about him. The one who’s been coming in for the past few weeks to have the sleeve tat done? We’re going Cuban. I hope he has a big dick. Who is that?”


Chapter 4