His Human (The New Neighbors #2) - M.A. Innes Page 0,5

“A basement? Really? And they’re the ultimate follow the rules, do what’s good for society people.”

I grinned. “So there’s nothing to worry about. I’m good with law-abiding as long as he’s wonderfully dirty.”

Cameron laughed. “That pretty much describes all of them. At least the ones who want to date human subs. It’s that Dom thing where they want to please their subs. I’m pretty sure it’s that drive to make us happy that’s encouraging them to be so sexy, but I’m not going to complain.”

I snorted. “Because you’ve got the best Dom on the planet. I just want a fraction of that.”

’Cause I’d gotten more than my fair share of assholes in the dating world, and it was at the point where fate owed me big-time.

“So you’re just going all out? You’re not worried about the possibility of bonding?”

He was entirely too focused on that. “Come on, out of fuck-knows how many people are on this planet now, there are only a handful of couples. The odds are completely against me. And even if we were both hit by a bonding, how could I complain? Fate hands me a guy who’ll love me forever, will be my perfect Dom, and bonds with me like some kind of shifter romance novel? Hell yeah, sign me up.”

The chances were so slim that I was going to enjoy it while I could, then have wonderfully dirty memories when he finally found someone else.

If all I got was a great steak dinner while he jerked me off in the restaurant, it would be the best date I’d been on in years.

Cameron finally nodded again. “Fine, I get it.”

“Good.” I beamed, fighting off the urge to giggle. “Now stop worrying and help me figure out the best way to get laid by lightning guy.”

Snorting, Cameron started to cough. “God. Don’t say that to his face.”

“I have to make sure he’s aware of the wonderful gift he was given by some alien Mother Nature.” I wasn’t quite a pain slut, but I wasn’t going to give up the chance of something like that.

“You’re insane.”

Which was probably why I’d been single for so long, but I wasn’t going to change just for a guy.

“Clothes.” Straightening so I was back in the closet, I looked at my choices. “Okay, I think stretchy with a bit of room in them would be the best idea. Not quite as sexy, but practical if I want to get molested in the restaurant.”

More laughter came from the room, but Cameron finally started being helpful. “Yeah, what about those pants you bought last week that you said were the wrong size?”

“Oh, good idea.” Digging through my closet, I found the pants that I was supposed to take back to the store. I’d been aiming for tight and sexy, but that hadn’t been what I’d gotten.

I’d purchased the brand before, so I hadn’t thought twice about just grabbing them off the shelf. Instead of being perfect, they’d been a size too big, and at the time, I hadn’t thought of any reason to keep them.

Clearly I hadn’t been thinking outside the box enough.

Slipping them on, I wiggled and smiled. Just enough give for a tentacle, but they still looked slim and had even more stretch just in case. “Perfect.”

Bouncing out of the closet, I grinned. “He’s going to love how easily he’ll be able to inch up these.”

Nearly giggling, Cameron nodded. “Oh yeah, if he’s anything like George, that will probably be his first thought.”

Fingers crossed I was going to be getting my very own George…just one who seemed a bit naughtier.

Heading over to my dresser, as I dug out socks, I glanced over at Cameron. “So there’s nothing else interesting you need to warn me about? I’ve watched enough porn that I don’t think anything will surprise me, but I just want to check.”

He shook his head as I finished getting dressed. “Nope, I think I’ve mentioned it all. But I’m serious about them getting possessive right off the bat. You need to lay down ground rules quickly if he starts looking like he’s serious. Because if you don’t set boundaries, there’s a good chance he’s going to end up carrying you around and obsessing over a thousand ways to take care of you.”

I giggled. “George still feeding you?”

He nodded. “He pouted when I wouldn’t let him feed me pizza the other night. That waiter has to think we’re the strangest couple he’s ever met.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “You’ve made that kid’s