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warned playfully.
    Melina snorted. “My ass is neither cute, nor little.”
    I almost laughed when Mr. Whiskers moved around behind her
to examine the ass in question before bobbing his head, probably agreeing with
Melina’s assessment of her ass.
    “Ah, but it is quite spankable,” I insisted. “Unless you
want me to demonstrate how spankable it is, I suggest you deal with his
breath.”
    Melina seemed to consider her options, and I’m not going to
lie; I was hoping she’d refuse to get the breath fresheners because I could
tell she liked the spanking idea. If Mr. Whiskers weren’t in the room, she
might have even pushed me to do it. I made a mental note to test that theory
later.
    “Come on, baby,” she crooned at her familiar. “Let’s go see
if we can do something about that breath of yours.”
    As she walked out of the room with her condor behind her, I
was guessing she was shaking her ass back and forth to tempt me.
    Damn, that witch was hot.

Chapter Sixteen
Melina
    Mr. Whiskers was happily exploring his new room. I could not
believe how much effort Trevor had gone through to get him settled in. It was
sweet, and it threw me off balance. Then again, everything Trevor had done so
far today had thrown me off balance, from his nervous texting to our wild sex
in my kitchen. I was never going to be able to look at my kitchen the same way
again. I’d had no idea what to expect when Trevor came to pick me up. While I’d
known he wasn’t going to show up regretting his choice—not after all the effort
he’d put into getting me to give him a chance—I’d wondered if he was going to
waltz into my condo acting like a cocky ass. While he was definitely acting
cocky, it was kind of cute.
    “Thank you for going to so much effort to set up a room for
Mr. Whiskers on short notice,” I told him, and Trevor’s smile made me think of
a little boy who’d been praised for doing something good. Trevor was definitely
a good host. That thought made me frown and reminded me of another reason I’d
avoided getting involved with Trevor.
    “What did I do wrong?” Trevor asked hesitantly.
    “Sorry. It’s not anything you did just now.”
    “It’s something I did another time?” he asked.
    I let out a sigh, figuring we were going to need to have
this discussion, eventually. “I’m not much of a party person,” I explained.
From what I remembered, Trevor had at least one party a week, and he’d been
known to have two or three.
    “I haven’t had a party in months,” he admitted, surprising
me.
    “Really?” I asked, wondering if he was joking.
    He turned away. We were in his kitchen, and he started to
rummage through the fridge before setting out a fruit and cheese platter.
“Before you ask, this wasn’t for a party. Dylan’s mom insisted I take leftovers
home from the wedding reception.”
    I laughed. “Then it was for a party, just not yours.”
    “Smart ass,” he grumbled.
    “Are you trying to avoid telling me why you’ve stopped
having parties?” I asked.
    “No,” he replied before shrugging. “Maybe a little. After
you laid into me about my parties and acting like a child, I got to thinking
about the way I was living my life.”
    “Oh, Trevor,” I began, recalling what a bitch I’d been. While
I’m usually a bitch, I rarely feel guilty about it. “I’m sorry about that. You
shouldn’t have to change your life because of what someone else thinks.”
Actually, I was shocked Trevor would even consider changing his life to please
someone else. That wasn’t his style.
    “That’s not why I stopped having parties,” he began, holding
a strawberry out to me. “What you said made me think about what I was doing
with my life. At first, I was pissed that you’d called me juvenile, and I had
no intention of changing, but I suddenly stopped enjoying the parties. It was
like I could hear your voice in the back of my head asking me why I was having
people over when I didn’t like most of