Page 67 of Man Seeking Woman

Chapter Sixteen

Ella

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Iwoke up alone.

August was nowhere to be found, his pillow cold, his side of the covers folded over as if he had made the bed around me. I felt the weight of small feet as they trotted up the blanket. Mr. Pink popped his head up over a ridge in the blanket, letting out a cute little purr as he started to knead my hip and rub his face against my hand.

“You caused a lot of trouble last night. You know that?” Talking to the kitten, he stopped for a moment and tipped his head as if he was actually listening.

“Meow.” The weak little meow came out high pitched as he drove his face harder into my hand.

“You're hungry, huh?” More purring and meowing answered my question. “Alright, give me a second and I'll get you breakfast.”

I assumed August had gotten up early and went to work. He seemed like the type of guy who would use work as a means of stress release. Waking up alone wasn't a good sign. He was obviously still upset. I knew he was pissed that he couldn't perform the night before and that bothered me.

It wasn't his fault, but that didn't mean he wouldn't feel inadequate in the face of trying to please a woman. All I could hope was that he would see it for it was, a freak accident that didn't weigh on his ability to please me.

Climbing out of bed, I grabbed my robe and tied it. I had gone to sleep naked, not bothering to get dressed. A small part of me had hoped that August might feel better during the night and I'd wake up to him touching me, caressing me, maybe something a little hotter like eating me out.

The thought turned me on more than I could have ever imagined. It made me wet and excited and I couldn't stop thinking about it as I closed my eyes and fell asleep. But when I woke up to no sexy kisses, no hard cock, no man at all, my heart sank.

The marble flooring in the hall was ice cold, making my toes curl as I walked. Mr. Pink was close by my side as I made my way to the kitchen, chasing and swatting at the edge of my robe.

Rummaging through the pantry, I found a can of tuna. Taking two small saucers out of the top cupboard, I set them on the counter. Filling one with a little water, I filled the other with a few scoops of tuna and put them on the floor.

“That's it for now, I'll get you some real food later today.” Scratching his tiny head as he inhaled the tuna, I said, “And you better behave yourself, I don't want you to wear out your welcome just yet. We're both guests here, we need to follow his rules. That means no clawing his balls anymore.”

Watching the cat for a minute, I decided I should do something special for August, something to make up for the trouble Mr. Pink had caused. The poor guy had been maimed in such a horrible way, he deserved a little something for it.

Getting cleaned up, I showered, taking the time to blow dry my hair and put on a little makeup. Grabbing my purse, I put Mr. Pink in the bathroom and closed the door.

I still needed to go pick up some things for him, but I also didn't trust him alone in August's house. The last thing I needed was him tearing up the couch or one of August's expensive paintings or curtains.

The ball trick was more than enough to know Mr. Pink couldn't be trusted.