Black: MM Kitty Play Romance by Quin Perin

Author:Quin Perin [Perin, Quin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-04T16:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-TWO

Tony

I took Dima back to the café, smile never fading from my lips. Hanging out with him was too much fun. Great conversation and great sex were a rare combination, and I wasn’t ready to let that go yet. I was going to do everything to stay in this town a little longer. Nothing might come of it, but well, I’d always been a risk taker. And I felt Dima was a good risk to take. As I dropped him off at the café, the girl whose name was apparently Zoe waggled her eyebrows at me. I could see why she was friends with Dima. They were both impossible. I waved at her as I ushered Dima inside.

“Thank you for returning him,” Zoe called, and I nodded.

“My pleasure,” I replied; Dima narrowed his eyes in my direction. “I’ll see you tonight,” I told him and then left them to it. I checked the address Jan had given me, looking it up on my phone. The bar was a few streets away, past the little shop I’d gotten Dima the ears from. That instantly sparked a little flame in my stomach. Jesus, Dima was born to be a cat. The way he moved, purred, meowed.

There were no cars to disturb the old part of the town, so I strolled down the street until I found the sign of Marcel’s.

I headed inside, pushing past a heavy door with a tinted glass window. “Hello?” I called when I didn’t see anyone at first sight. It was still early in the afternoon, and I was surprised they were even open this early. I looked around the neatly arranged chairs, set aside to clean the floor, I imagined. The bar was all honey and oak, the kind you’d expect good scotch and candlelight in. I stuffed my phone back into the pocket of my jeans, scanning the pictures on the wall. Dark and artistic with an edge to them. One of them was a man sitting crossed-legged with a blue cloth fanned out like a peacock’s feathers, hands resting on his knees. It looked weird. Almost buddha-like.

A noise from behind me caught my attention, and I looked back at a counter where a woman emerged. Heavily tattooed, nose and eyebrow piercing, and a smug smile on her face.

“Well, hello there. How can I help you?” she asked and gave me a slow once-over before she bent down again, hiding from view.

“I’m looking for Marcel; it’s about the part-time job,” I explained as she heaved a beer case onto the counter, huffing out a breath. She looked at me then and bit her lip, brushing her hands off on her hips. I watched her walk from behind the bar to approach me. She was a petite but strong-looking woman. Her hair was short, so short in fact she could easily trim it with a razor. It was slightly longer on top. The sides were shaved off though. Bleached blonde and a bit fried from it.

“I’m Marcel,” she said and reached out to shake my hand.

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