Chapter 18

“What do you think?” he asked, pulling up Cat’s site. “What I’m planning on getting Dom isn’t appropriate for anyone else to see, so I ought to get him something else, too. What about one of those fruit paintings he’s always talking about?”

Kiko did not particularly like them, but he could see where they had merit. Apples with carved eyes and mouths in tuxedos like humans, strawberries in a bowl rotting in the shape of a screaming face—as he scrolled through the listed paintings he tried to find something that stood out as Dom to him, yet that he wouldn’t mind having around. Just not in the bedroom.

“Just what are you getting him that isn’t appropriate?” asked Katie, leaning on the counter. She seemed a little disappointed at seeing Sasha’s art blog on the computer screen rather than anything juicier. “Oh, those. Disgusting, aren’t they?”

“They’re not much my thing, but they are interesting. Dom seems to like them.”