Lucy inhaled the fresh evening air outside her new job at Serious Moonlight, grateful to finally be outside.
Yes, the night before, she’d slept like the dead. Her inner feline had felt safe and secure for the first time in a long while. What that said about her circumstances, she did not want to look too deeply into.
The room she’d slept in was just fine. Clean and spacious. Okay, she’d been given the best damn room in the house, a fact that made her wary. It took her all of a minute once she’d stepped inside to recognize it was his room.
Fury had filled her, and she’d wanted to hunt him down and castrate the heavy handed bastard, but her inner kitty would have none of that. The dumb feline thought it was sexy and romantic. The big bad Wolf wanted her—a cat—in his Den, surrounded by his scent, where he could protect and watch over her.
Prrrr.