Here Kitty, Kitty! (11 page)

“I’m doing just fine, Mik.  The man took me shopping.  I spent twenty thousand dollars of his money, and he didn’t even blink an eye.  Nor did he ask for sex.”

“You must have terrified another one.”

I wish. 
Angie chuckled as she watched Nik pull himself out of his pool.

She froze.  He’d shifted back to human.  Naked human.  He stood up, shaking the water from his hair.  The bright midday sun made his skin look like the gods had bronzed it just for her.  Every muscle perfectly formed and begging to be touched.

Her breath caught in her throat.  Her mind stopped functioning.  And her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest.  She stared at him.  Openly.  She couldn’t help herself.  She couldn’t turn away.  She was mesmerized.

Thump.  Thump.  Thump.

“Angie?  Are you listening?”

Nope.  She couldn’t hear a damn thing.  Nothing.  Everything else, even her best friend, blocked out by this man’s beauty.

Her eyes trailed down his hard body and she saw it.  His cock.  And like him… it was perfect.

She swallowed.

“Calling Angelina Santiago!  Come in, Angie!”

Nik walked toward her, water dripping down every long, wonderful inch of him.  With his long legs, it took him no time to reach her chair.  He crouched down next to her and gently, with one of those big hands, closed her mouth.

“Catchin’ flies, Sugar?”

His hand slid across her chin and down her neck.  Then it kept going.  For an ecstatic moment, she thought he would cup her breast.  But, instead, his hand petted the puppy she still clutched in her hands.

Nik leaned in close, his hot breath against her ear.  Then, softly, so only she could hear, “And, Sugar, if you’re gonna sit out on that balcony at night, half-naked, smellin’ so sweet and sighing like you just had the best fuck of your life, then you might as well put a leash around my neck and call me yours.”

He pulled away, gave her the biggest shit-eatin’ grin she’d ever seen, and went back into his house.

“
Angie!  Either you answer me or I’m coming out there my goddamn self!”

“
Don’t you dare
!”  Whoa.  She didn’t mean to yell that.  Or sound so hysterical.  But Jesus Christ, who was this guy?  She took a calming breath and licked her lips.  “I mean.  The important thing right now is that Pack baby.”

“Stop calling her that!”

***

Nik pulled his front door open and both of his sisters stormed in, carrying armloads of dresses.

“Where is she?”  Reena demanded.

“Angelina?”

“You got some other Yankee livin’ with you at the moment?”

“Bite your tongue.  Like I’d have a Yankee in my house.  She’s a Texan.”

“Come on,” Kisa motioned to the stairs.  “She’s probably in her room.”

The two women dashed up the stairs and Nik shook his head.  He didn’t know what his sisters were up to, but he saw no claws, so he wasn’t too worried.

He started to close his front door but Ban and Aleksei walked up.

“Hey, bro!”

He closed the door in their faces and headed back to his office.  He still had dead elk in his backyard.

“That’s not funny,” Ban yelled through the thick oak.

“Yes it is,” he barked back.

***

Angie stared at herself in the full-length mirror.  She wore two different shoes.  Both high heels, both exceptionally hot.

She didn’t even look up when the banging on the door started.

“Fuck off!  You said we weren’t leaving ‘til seven.”  She debated which shoes to wear.  She didn’t want to think about it too much, but she wanted to look nice tonight.

“It’s us.”

She frowned.  There was only one “us” in her life and they didn’t sound anything like that.

“Fuck off until seven.”

With no locks on the doors—
damn shapeshifters
—nothing stopped the two women from rushing into her room.

“I’m sorry.  I don’t think I said come in.”

The smaller one stopped and stared down at Angie’s feet.  “Oh, Lord, she’s even got cute shoes.  We don’t have cute shoes.”

“Who are you?”

“Don’t you remember us?  You met us yesterday before you left with Nik.”

Angie shrugged.  Very few people held her interest, especially from one day to the next.

The bigger one spoke, “I’m Nik’s cousin.  This is his sister.”

“Great.  Now I’ve got the whole rootin’, tootin’ clan in here.”

“You gotta help us,” the smaller one begged.

“Help you?  How?”

They dumped the clothes they had in their hands on the floor.  Angie grabbed the first thing she saw and held it up.

“Going as a nun, are we?”

“Exactly.”

“Ya see?  Ya gotta help us.”

“Why me?”

“We saw those Pride heifers today.  They looked amazing.”

“It’s all over town you helped ‘em.”

“
That’s
all over town?  Not a lot goes on around here in Shifterville, does it?”

“Look, you reek of style,” the taller one offered.  “We, however, do not.”

Angie looked at the two women.  The problem wasn’t their looks.  They were gorgeous shapeshifters and you could barely make out those scars on their necks.  But the little one could barely look her in the eye.  Shy
. 
The other one clearly a hard ass.  Probably the one saddled with the constant responsibility of keeping the youngest boys in line.  That task always seemed to fall to the oldest females.

Hell, who could it hurt?  And, to be honest, she kind of enjoyed helping the fashion helpless.

“All right.  Why not?”  The two women smiled in relief and she gave a big grin.  “But we need champagne to do this.”

***

His brothers walked into his office.

“What’s that look on your face?”  Ban threw himself into one of the wingback chairs.  “And what the hell are you listening to?”

“Lords of Acid.”

“Devil music, O-E-G would say.”

“What’s wrong?”  Aleksei sat on the edge of his desk.  “And stop calling our grandmother that, Ban.”

“I’ve got twenty thousand dollars in my account.”

“That’s all you have left in the world?”

“Bro, why didn’t you tell us?  We can lend you some money.”

“You idiots, I don’t have twenty thousand left…there’s suddenly twenty thousand extra there.”  He checked a few more things, then leaned back in his chair.  “She paid me back.”

Kisa rushed in, “Champagne?”

“Wine cellar.”

“Chilled?”

“Fridge in the basement.”

“Thanks.”  She tore out of the room.

Ban shrugged and turned back to Nik.  “Who paid you back?”

“Who do you think?  And did you get your damn dog out of my backyard?”  Ban was the only tiger he knew who insisted on picking up strays, even dogs.  Not for a “munchie” either as their mother called it.  But for pets.  The local rescues loved him because he gave them money, helped during fund raisers, and came over to pet the cats and walk the dogs.  His brother was so weird.

“Yes.  He’s back at my house.  And do you mean the delectable Ms. Santiago paid you back?  By the way, she can handle my puppy anytime.”

“Angelina Santiago.  That name rolls right off the tongue, don’t it bro?”

“I’m sure lots of things roll off the tongue when it comes to her.”

“Sewing kit?”

The brothers looked up to see Reena in the doorway.

“Aunt Abby’s room, I think.”

“Thanks.”  She disappeared.

With a shake of his head, Nik turned and stared at his siblings.  “Let’s get this straight, shall we gentlemen.  You stay away from her.  She’s my guest.  I promised those dogs I’d take care of her.  So you two idiots back off.”

Aleksei winked at Ban.  “I thought you didn’t want her.”

Ban grinned back, and Nik felt his hackles rise in anger.  “Which means, big brother, she’s fair game.”

Kisa rushed past the room, heading back where she came from.  “I took cheese and crackers too!”  Then she charged up the stairs.

Nik didn’t know what the hell the women were up to, and he didn’t want to know.  Instead he focused on his brothers.  “She is
not
fair game.”

“Oh, come on, Nik.  Ya can’t keep ‘em all.”

“I don’t keep ‘em all.  And I’m not keeping this one.”

“So we can get her when you’re done?”

He knew his brothers would never go after his leftovers, but still…even the thought of it made him want to rip the hides from their backs.  And they knew it, too.  They knew they were getting to him.  That they were making him dangerously angry.  And they were enjoying every minute of it.

Chap
ter Seven

Nik took the snifter of brandy Ban handed him and crashed down on his couch.  Ban joined him and Alek, and the three men dropped their big feet on Nik’s fifteen thousand dollar coffee table.  Cut from a solid piece of wood, Nik bought it because he liked it.  But he always knew that any furniture he brought into his home had to be sturdy enough to withstand the abuse of his entire family.  Like most cats, they enjoyed being comfortable.

Alek glanced at his watch.  “It’s seven-o-five.  Where are they?”

“What is your thing with time?”

“I don’t like to be late, is all.”

Ban glanced at Nik.  “Kind of uptight, ain’t he?”

“Shut up, Ban.”

Nik shook his head as he sipped his brandy.  He hadn’t seen her all day.  She’d been hold up in her room with his sisters for hours and, to his growing horror, he realized he’d begun missing her.  But that was her fault.  Sitting out by
his
pool, wearing those damn shorts, and looking like she truly belonged in his home.  More than any woman had a right.  Without meaning to, he swallowed his brandy with one gulp.

Physical. 
There was nothing more to this than physical.  Angie Santiago was one hot piece of ass and all he wanted was to find out if her legs would look any better resting on his shoulders.

The study door opened and Reena swept in.  She twirled once in the extremely tiny mini-dress she wore, then looked at her brothers.  “Well?”

“Dang, girl,” Ban offered.  “You clean up nice.”

“What does that mean?”

Nik punched his brother in the head.  “He means you look nice.”

“Well say that, then.  Can’t believe no woman’s killed you yet.”  She glanced back at the partially opened door.  “Kisa’s coming.  Now say somethin’ nice,” she whispered fiercely.

Reena stepped back from the door as Kisa stepped in.  He’d never seen his sister so elegant before in a full-length gown that swept the floor as she moved.  “Aw, darlin’.  Look at you.”

“Do I look okay?”  She unnecessarily smoothed the dress down in front.  “I feel kinda silly.”

Nik stood up.  “You look amazin’.  Both of you do.”

The two women smiled in delight and the five of them stared at each other.  For the first time in a long time, they weren’t yelling, mocking, or fighting each other.  Just a nice, quiet, adult moment between shapeshifters.

“Well,” Angie strutted into the room.  “Let’s go people.  It’s time to get this party started.”

“Now, Sugar, I…”  Nik stopped.  Stopped and stared.  How could he not?  She wore her long hair swept up off her shoulders, curly tendrils teasingly touching her shoulders and neck.  The dress, an expensive number he remembered rolling his eyes at when informed of the price, slid over her curves like someone designed it specifically for her frame.  Yup.  Definitely the best fifteen hundred dollars he’d ever spent.

She walked over to him.  Already a good five-ten, she still had the nerve to wear four-inch heels.  He liked that.  Her cool fingers brushed against his jaw.  Then, gently, she closed his mouth.  “Catching flies, Sugar?”

They stared at each other, everyone silent until Reena cleared her throat.  “Um… why don’t we wait out in the car for you.”

Reena grabbed Ban’s arm, yanking him out of the room.  A firm hand in his back by Kisa, propelled Aleksei out the door as well.

Angie smiled, “Get that look off your face, Hillbilly.”

“What look?”

“The one that says I’m suddenly Ned Beatty in
Deliverance
.”  She took a step back.  “And the food at this thing better be good.  I’m starving.  The cheese and crackers wore off.”

She effortlessly turned on those impossible heels and Nik almost dropped to his knees.  The dress, completely backless, revealed her tattoo.  A Celtic-Mayan design that radiated power and protection magick clearly showed a cat.  A big one, his claws tearing across her flesh.  The artist even added some red to show blood.  One of the nicest pieces he’d seen in a very long time, but on her…

Add in the way her hips moved, and he was seconds from coming in his pants like a thirteen year old.