Leave Me Love (Call Me Cat Trilogy #2)(12)

"No it's not. Besides, my girlfriend bailed on me tonight, and I'm a highly sexual person. I need you, Cat."

I stared at the posters on my wall, pictures of all the places Ash and Cat had visited on their phone calls. Our phone calls. I'd torn them down and then put them back up. I was glad I'd kept them. "And what would your girlfriend think of you calling a phone sex operator?"

"I'm sure she wouldn't have a problem with it, considering she is one. That would be hypocritical of her, wouldn't it?"

Once again, the thought of Ash calling anyone but me made me sick, and I felt horrible for keeping this job. "You have a point. Well, since this is your dime, what can I do for you, or to you, tonight?"

"Do you ever do threesomes?"

His request threw me off. "What do you mean?"

I could hear the smirk in his voice. "You see, my girlfriend is smoking hot, but I'm also quite fond of you. I'd love to take you both at once. Maybe have her ride my cock while you sit on my face and I eat you. What do you think?"

My brain could not mesh that image together, since I was obviously both people. I just laughed. "You're a perv, you know that?"

"Ah, but I'm your perv."

"That you are."

We spent hours talking about everything from politics to our favorite animals. Then Ash pulled up something on his computer, a list of questions he wanted both of us to answer.

"Would you rather… get lost in space for thirty years, only to come home to everyone you know dead, or become immortal and outlive everyone you will ever love?"

I thought about it. "Become immortal. At least then I can spend time with the ones I love. You?"

"Get lost in space. That way I could still die a mortal death and join them in the afterlife."

He inhaled something, his cigar probably, before he asked the next question. "Would you rather eat cow testicles or live cockroaches?"

"Ugh. Are the testicles cooked and marinated?"

"Yes."

"Then I'd pick them and pretend they're something else."

He exhaled. "I'm going to have to go with cockroaches. I'm not putting someone else's balls in my mouth."

I laughed. "You're such a man."

"So glad you noticed, sweetheart."

"Oh, I noticed."

"Okay," he said, "next question. Would you rather be sprayed with gallons of tar, or dunked into a tub of semen donated by thousands of different men and beasts?"

"Gross. You have a sick brain. I guess the semen. It's supposed to be good for the skin and certainly would be easier to clean off."

"I'm going to have to say—"

"Let me guess," I interrupted. "The tar, because you won't be covered in another man's semen."

"You're learning, Law School."

He hadn't called me that in a long time. It brought back memories of our early run-ins. Meetings that weren't as random as I'd thought. Did it matter? In the end, we fit together.

"Next question," he said. "Would you rather walk across burning coals or be forced to stay awake for three days?"

"Walk across burning coals."

"Me too," he said.

This went on for hours, until the sun came up and my shift ended. I yawned and turned my pillow over to the cool side. "Are you going to do this every night?"

"Every night you work," he said.

"You know The Pleasure Palace keeps most of the money. I only get a small amount of what you're paying."

"Exactly," he said. "So you should just let me help you. Look at tonight. We could have been together, holding each other, saving money, kissing, touching, making love, drinking champagne in front of the fire."

God, he made it so hard.

"I'll see you soon, Mr. Davenport."

"See you soon, Law School. Dream of me."

"Oh, I will."

The room felt so empty, so quiet, when we hung up. I wished I'd stayed with him, drinking champagne in front of the fire.





Chapter Seven


Vodka Confessions


I'D BEEN DREAMING of Ash, a wonderful dream with waterfalls and monkeys and a hammock, when my roommate slammed the door and startled me awake, heart pounding from an adrenaline rush. "What the f*ck, Bridgette?"

She'd been gone all weekend. She looked tired, with bags under her eyes and her hair in an oily ponytail, like she hadn't washed it in days.

I leaned up. "Where have you been?"

She grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. "Places. I've been places."

"Brig, you promised the doctor you would keep an eye on me. Concussion, remember?"

Her attitude drained away and she sat next to me, a half-smile on her face. "I'm sorry, Catelyn. I really am. I was just freaking out after everything that happened. We were all worried sick, and I thought you were going to die and I just… I just blew up. It won't happen again." She reached for her bag and pulled out bottles of vodka. "I brought apologies. How about a girls' night?" She looked at the sun streaming through the window. "Err, day. Girls' day."