to listen for heartbeats or to find body heat, because I’d said I was alone the first time, and had been converged on by eight large shapeshifters. I hadn’t made that mistake again.
I have a favorite corner of the property, and I made my way there, disrobed, let the pig loose, and then changed. The pig ran, of course. My tiger played with it a little — herding it, scaring it. We didn’t wound it though — it would be tragic to lose any of the yummy blood.
This property was around twenty acres, and I was fairly certain there were underground buildings. The cat had picked up on enough scents, I could probably find the entrances if I wanted, but I didn’t want to. I was allowed to hunt and play every time I’d made the request, and Brooke only asked that I didn’t feed from the wildlife on the property.
I ate my dinner and then sunned on a large boulder near a beautiful man-made lake. A decent sized stream ran through the property, and someone had put in an earthen dam. The tiger often swam after she ate, but today, we lounged on the boulder and cleaned our self the old-fashioned way.
When I finally changed back to human, I put my contacts in first, while my hands were clean. Next, I put my hair in a bun, wrapped a black bandana around my head, and then put a cap on. The riskiest part of this is the drive home. The second I was home, I started the process of bleaching strips of hair with a strong solution, and then all of it with a weaker mix. Once that was rinsed out, I spent an hour and ten minutes with the dye on it during the final step. I don’t have to worry about damaging the strands, since it’ll be good-as-new the next time I need to do this.
I checked my messages while I sat with my head in plastic, and a towel wrapped around the plastic to keep it warm. I responded to Soul, our lead dancer, to let her know which songs I preferred of the ones she suggested, but nothing else needed my response. The dancers have a group chat, but thankfully, it doesn’t get too bogged down with personal shit.
I packed enough clothes to last two weeks at Squatch’s apartment, and then focused on makeup and hair needs. Holy cow, I have a lot of beautifying products. Thankfully, most of my heavy-duty stuff stays in the dressing room at Blaze, so I could scale it back enough to fit in two large makeup organizers.
Squatch was going to completely shit when I took his bathroom over.
While I rinsed my hair and conditioned it, I considered how I felt about the fact Daffodil had been in his apartment when I called for help.
I’d learned more about how the sweetbutts fit into the club when Crystal and Enigma were hired. They get to hang out with the club, but they’re basically available to whoever wants them, whenever they are wanted, however they are wanted. Many of them live in an apartment in the complex since they went to the front of the line once they were accepted. I also got the idea that most of them were hoping to eventually snag a biker and be someone’s ol’lady. I had to wonder how often that actually happened. Most guys are interested in the women they have to work for. Or that’s what I gathered. Admittedly, I knew little of how the world actually works in that regard.
That wasn’t just because I’d been raised in the ambush though. As a general rule, tigers don’t really worry about that sort of thing. We have flings. Rarely do we engage in long-term relationships. I assumed I’d spend one to three months with Squatch and get him out of my system.
So the truth was, I didn’t care that he’d been fucking someone else when I called. In fact, it’s possible I was pleased, since he’d obviously kicked her out of bed and come to me, even though I hadn’t told him why I needed him.
Mad Dog had told me I needed to consider the ramifications of dating a monogamous wolf, and it seemed to me, Squatch and I needed to have a conversation about that. I was prepared to promise not to have sex outside of my job for the month he kept talking about, but I wasn’t going to ask him to stop