Chapter 83

“I don’t see why I should be nice to you, Mata Hari,” I muttered, petting her despite her recent defection.

“Why not?” a deep voice asked.

I almost dropped my coffee cup when Monty stopped next to me, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. He kissed the top of my head.

“What are you…why are you in my apartment?” I demanded, sloshing hot liquid as I slammed my cup on the table and folded my arms across my chest. Bessie scampered away and licked at the water in her bowl. Smart cat.

He pouted and my cock twitched.

Damn it. Now was not the time.

“Is that any way to treat the man you wore out twice last night, or was it this morning? My ass is sore and I can barely walk a straight line.” Monty winked at me and went to rummage in my cabinets for a cup before pouring himself some coffee.

“I said I wouldn’t sleep with you,” I said and scowled, though obviously, I had. “How…?” But I knew how. It just didn’t bear admitting.