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?

Must Love Cats

He caught the shot full in the face, he must have. As he rolled over, he wiped his cheeks on the tails of Dale’s shirt and smirked at Dale, who lay back against the pillows, head threatening to split. “God,” he sighed, smoothing out a lock of the stranger’s sweaty hair between his fingers. “I don’t even know your name.”


“Would it make much of a difference at this point?” the man asked.


Already Dale felt the dream beginning to disperse. His mind fogged over, senses clouding, eyes blinking slower and slower as sleep welled up within him again. The orgasm did it—he felt himself drifting again, into a dreamless state, where hopefully the headache and sick stomach would work themselves out.


It’d been a nice dream, though, he had to admit. Totally unexpected. Even without a date, he’d managed to get off, so the evening couldn’t be written off as a complete loss, eh?


Chapter 11