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of your man-parts are in perfect working order."
"Those parts of my body were drugged. Yours? Not so much."
Hookay, he was making her sound fast and loose and she wasn't. All right, so she'd been a little fast and maybe even a little loose last night, but she had a reason. A good one. A human or perpetually feline one. So how would she explain this? “I do have an explanation."
His caustic glare made her cringe. “And that is?"
There was just no getting around this. None. She had no choice but to come clean. If she didn't, he might call the police or worse, not hear out her intended proposition. For shit's sake, of all the times for her hormones to decide to roar to life. It had to be her hormones on overdrive that had done it. The scent of an attractive man and all. Yet, she was in human form and she hadn't shifted back yet. This was promising, if not slutty to all outward appearances. “Look, I just need you to watch for a minute, okay? I say we get the freaked out shit over with now and move forward because my time is limited."
He cocked a sleep-rumpled head in question. Gawd, he was sexy when he first woke up, all bleary eyed and naked. “Freaked out shit?"
Frankie shook her head, pushing long, blonde strands of hair from her eyes and cracking her knuckles. “Yeah. Believe me when I tell you, you'll freak out. It's standard procedure. But when you're done with all the typical adjectives like disbelief, astonishment, denial and then finally horrified acceptance, it'll all be okay. I promise. Then maybe we can talk because I need your help and I don't have a lot of time to screw around."
Frankie scooted to the end of the bed and slipped off the edge. Forgetting modesty, she let the sheet flow to the floor.
Sam's gaze was many things. Confused was high on the list of things, but there was also a hint of appreciation for her nudity.
"Ready?"
"For?"
Frankie held up a hand to silence him. “Just watch.” Thankfully, the shift was easy this time, probably due in part to the sex they'd had.
For the love of dick. She'd had sex with the man she leased her flower shop from. Oh, if she lingered on that thought she'd hide in a tree for the remainder of her days. But she couldn't afford to do that right now.
As her body took over, her human form melting away, she vaguely heard a yelp from where Sam sat, in all his yummy goodness, on the bed.
But he didn't scream or anything and seriously, that was a testament to his strong constitution.
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Chapter Five
"More whiskey?"
Sam held up a big hand and shook his dark head, plunking the tumbler on the kitchen counter. “I don't know that any amount of whiskey will ever be enough, but I'll be in AA after what you just showed me if I keep this up.” His voice was gruff, his face shell-shocked. He was sooooo cute, drifting in and out of disbelief like he was. Poor thing. She'd have liked to work up to that, but there'd been no time for easing him into her lifestyle.
Frankie's smile was apologetic, concern for his mental health at the top of her list. “Sorry. I know it can be a shock."
His lips formed a thin line. “A shock? A shock? You're a cat. A cat, woman, person ... cat ..."
"Which is better than a dog, don't you think? Dogs can be so territorial and they're much harder to potty train. Plus, sometimes they drool. I've never drooled. Not once."
Sam's mouth popped open for a moment, just hanging there, then he closed it with a sharp snap. “Which is surely consolation for the fact that you're a cat. I don't think I can process this right now."
Their silence ticked uncomfortably between them.
"So you're my Christmas present from Glynice?"
Frankie threw her hands up in the air as though she were throwing pretend confetti. “Yep. Just like I said. So yay! Merry Christmas and all that fa-la-la jazz."
His gaze pierced hers, dark grey and stormy. Clearly, he wasn't feelin’ it. Scrooge. “I think I need a moment.” His hand tightened
"Those parts of my body were drugged. Yours? Not so much."
Hookay, he was making her sound fast and loose and she wasn't. All right, so she'd been a little fast and maybe even a little loose last night, but she had a reason. A good one. A human or perpetually feline one. So how would she explain this? “I do have an explanation."
His caustic glare made her cringe. “And that is?"
There was just no getting around this. None. She had no choice but to come clean. If she didn't, he might call the police or worse, not hear out her intended proposition. For shit's sake, of all the times for her hormones to decide to roar to life. It had to be her hormones on overdrive that had done it. The scent of an attractive man and all. Yet, she was in human form and she hadn't shifted back yet. This was promising, if not slutty to all outward appearances. “Look, I just need you to watch for a minute, okay? I say we get the freaked out shit over with now and move forward because my time is limited."
He cocked a sleep-rumpled head in question. Gawd, he was sexy when he first woke up, all bleary eyed and naked. “Freaked out shit?"
Frankie shook her head, pushing long, blonde strands of hair from her eyes and cracking her knuckles. “Yeah. Believe me when I tell you, you'll freak out. It's standard procedure. But when you're done with all the typical adjectives like disbelief, astonishment, denial and then finally horrified acceptance, it'll all be okay. I promise. Then maybe we can talk because I need your help and I don't have a lot of time to screw around."
Frankie scooted to the end of the bed and slipped off the edge. Forgetting modesty, she let the sheet flow to the floor.
Sam's gaze was many things. Confused was high on the list of things, but there was also a hint of appreciation for her nudity.
"Ready?"
"For?"
Frankie held up a hand to silence him. “Just watch.” Thankfully, the shift was easy this time, probably due in part to the sex they'd had.
For the love of dick. She'd had sex with the man she leased her flower shop from. Oh, if she lingered on that thought she'd hide in a tree for the remainder of her days. But she couldn't afford to do that right now.
As her body took over, her human form melting away, she vaguely heard a yelp from where Sam sat, in all his yummy goodness, on the bed.
But he didn't scream or anything and seriously, that was a testament to his strong constitution.
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Chapter Five
"More whiskey?"
Sam held up a big hand and shook his dark head, plunking the tumbler on the kitchen counter. “I don't know that any amount of whiskey will ever be enough, but I'll be in AA after what you just showed me if I keep this up.” His voice was gruff, his face shell-shocked. He was sooooo cute, drifting in and out of disbelief like he was. Poor thing. She'd have liked to work up to that, but there'd been no time for easing him into her lifestyle.
Frankie's smile was apologetic, concern for his mental health at the top of her list. “Sorry. I know it can be a shock."
His lips formed a thin line. “A shock? A shock? You're a cat. A cat, woman, person ... cat ..."
"Which is better than a dog, don't you think? Dogs can be so territorial and they're much harder to potty train. Plus, sometimes they drool. I've never drooled. Not once."
Sam's mouth popped open for a moment, just hanging there, then he closed it with a sharp snap. “Which is surely consolation for the fact that you're a cat. I don't think I can process this right now."
Their silence ticked uncomfortably between them.
"So you're my Christmas present from Glynice?"
Frankie threw her hands up in the air as though she were throwing pretend confetti. “Yep. Just like I said. So yay! Merry Christmas and all that fa-la-la jazz."
His gaze pierced hers, dark grey and stormy. Clearly, he wasn't feelin’ it. Scrooge. “I think I need a moment.” His hand tightened
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