"Well, she better not blog about my band or be all up in my shit," is all I can mutter as she gently places the miniature cat on the floor.
"Kat's been taking care of her for the past two days, but if we're moving in together, she's coming."
"Fine. Just keep her out of my stuff and don't let her claw up the furniture."
"She has nail guards in five colors. She won't scratch anything." She stands in front of me and hesitantly puts the scarf around my neck, fluffing my hair out over it, then grins up at me in approval. "There."
"Did you make this?" I ask, touching the thin fabric.
"Yes. It looks good on you."
"Everything looks good on me," I tease, getting me yet another eye-roll from her. "I dig this, though. I'm gonna wear it on stage."
"Oh, cool. That would be awesome."
I pull the scarf off and quickly throw it over her, capturing her tiny waist with it and pulling her against me, enjoying the startled look on her face. "Or…I can tie you up with it and have my way with you." Her hands instinctively press against my chest, and she gazes up at me from under her dark lashes.
"You could." She swallows nervously and licks her lips. "But, wouldn't it be more fun if I were a willing participant?"
"I'd like to find out."
For a quick moment, her eyes glaze over a little and I think she's going to kiss me, but instead, she pulls the scarf out of my hands and puts it back around my neck with a playful smile.
"Until then, I like it on you."
Damn, she's going to be a tough nut to crack. I've never had a chick ignore my flirting before, and it's only making me want to prove to both of us that she does want me. She may not be my type, and I may not be hers, but there's definitely a little spark of chemistry starting to burn between us that I plan to take full advantage of.
I admire her ass as she bends over to pick up the cat. She doesn't know what she's up against. I will get her to want me. I will make her beg for me.
Turning quickly, she eyes me with a mischievous glint. "I know what you're thinking, Tarzan. And good luck."
Game on, jelly bean.
After walking through the rest of her apartment, I pull out my phone to look up the contact info of a Realtor some of the guys have used. "No way can we live here, Asia. My dick barely fits in this place. I'm finding us a house."
She shakes her head with a small look of disdain. "You seem to have a fixation on the size of things. Big trucks, big boobs, big dick, big place to live…"
Hmm. She has a point. "That's a big observation. Plus, I have too much expensive stuff to live in the ghetto."