Even though I thought I lost the moment, he proved me wrong by saying, “When I’m with you, sometimes, I forget.” I knew exactly what he was talking about.
I wanted to get up, punch the air and shout with joy, take THAT demon scum!
Instead, I put my hands on either side of his face, lifted up my head and kissed him.
He kissed me back.
It got heated.
Some time later, the timer on the oven went off and, against my wil , I had to rol him to the side and push away. I got to my feet and he got up to a sitting position. Before I went to the kitchen, standing between his legs in front of the couch, I leaned down, put my hands to his thighs, brushed my lips against his, kept my mouth there and whispered,
“Every time I’m with you, I forget.”
I saw another flash in his eyes before I quickly straightened and walked away.
And I just stopped myself from licking my finger, pointing it high and slashing my score in the air.
* * * * *
Mid-morning, after Mace had been gone for an hour, the cel phone Hector gave me rang. I went to it, flipped it open and said, “Hel o.”
“Kitten.”
I felt another happy shiver.
“Hey,” I said softly.
“Hector told me he gave you a clean phone.”
“Yeah.”
“When’d that happen?”
Oh dear.
“Erm, last night. When he took me home from Head West.” It wasn’t a lie unless it was lying by omission as to why he gave me the phone and that he stayed while I used the phone for the secret reason he gave it to me.
“Not al fired up about this newfound closeness you got with Chavez,” Mace said in a low, unhappy voice.
“Hector’s my manager.”
Silence.
“So are Daisy and Shirleen. I think the Rock Chicks on the whole are mini-managers too.”
“Jesus,” Mace muttered.
“It’s al good,” I said breezily, even though that was definitely a lie.
Mace decided to move on.
“You wanna come to the offices? Have lunch with me?” Fuck yes! My brain shouted.
“Sure,” I said out loud.
“We’l cal your Mom after lunch.”
Shitsofuckit.