Right. Moving. Margot cleared her throat and stepped away from the wall she’d plastered herself against. Olivia’s eyes darted further down the hall, before widening even more.
“Cat, no!”
Margot followed Olivia’s gaze just in time to witness Cat crouch low, her butt wiggling from side to side, once, twice before she propelled herself through the air, pouncing on Margot’s vibrator.
A low buzz filled the hall as the bullet whirred to life. Cat hissed, as if surprised, before wrapping her front legs around the vibe, contorting herself into a tight little ball, bunny-kicking her prey.
Olivia clapped her hands together briskly. “Cat, stop it. Stop.” She clutched her towel to her chest and approached Cat with caution. “Let it go. Bad kitty.”
Cat froze, curled up in her ball, pointy teeth pressed against the silicone.
“Go.” Olivia made a shooing gesture. “Go.”
Cat let out an indignant meow before sprinting down the hall at breakneck speed, fleeing the scene of the crime. Margot’s bullet vibe skittered atop the hardwood floor, buzzing louder, yet somehow not as loud as the blood roaring inside her skull.
“Um.” Olivia bent down, hand faltering in the air for a split second before she scooped Margot’s vibrator off the floor. She turned it over, biting her lip as she studied the base, making a soft “Aha” as she found the power button and pressed it. She cleared her throat and held the now-silent toy out for Margot to take. “You, uh”—she winced—“might want to wash that?”
Margot was pretty sure her soul had left her body. There was a strange lightness to her limbs as she reached out, taking her vibrator, clutching it awkwardly. Wash it. Right. There was black fur stuck to the silicone, not to mention cat spit.
She stared at Olivia, words continuing to fail her.
Olivia stared back, face flushed neon, her lips twitching. She jerked her chin at the vibrator. “I guess it’s safe to say that’s . . . pussy approved.”
Olivia snorted, and that was just—Margot crunched forward, convulsing with laughter.
She couldn’t quit. Each time it felt like she could stop if she could just get a breath in, she’d glance at Olivia, red-faced and shaking, and it would start all over again, the laughter building and building and building on itself. She wasn’t even sure why she was laughing, only that she was, wheezing and sputtering and gagging on her own spit, and it felt like she couldn’t breathe.
“I—I can’t believe you said that,” Margot sputtered. “That was so bad.”
Everything ached from the soreness in the back of her throat to the burn in her stomach muscles, but it wasn’t bad. Once she could breathe again, her chest unknotted and it was almost refreshing. Cleansing.
Olivia slumped against the wall, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “I can’t believe my cat tried to kill your vibrator.”
The chances of Margot ever being able to use this vibrator without thinking of this moment were slim. Besides, there were tiny teeth marks in the silicone. The toy was pretty much done for.
But she didn’t say that. She didn’t say much of anything, words dying in her throat when Olivia shifted, towel parting, revealing the bare curve of her hip, silvery pink stretch marks on display. Margot had never wanted to trace someone’s skin with her tongue so terribly in her life while simultaneously wanting to melt through the floor, residual mortification leaving her dizzy.
Olivia’s laughter petered off, her face pink and her eyes bright. Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip, chest rising and falling a little faster as she met Margot’s stare.
“Well.” Margot averted her eyes and rolled her lips together. “I’m going to go and . . . I don’t know . . . crawl inside a hole.”
Olivia ducked her chin, doing a shitty job of smothering her smirk. “I don’t know.” She shrugged and looked up through her spun-gold lashes. “You’ve got to admit, this was one hell of a way to break the ice.”
Margot scoffed out a laugh. “Fair enough.”
“If you aren’t busy”—Olivia’s eyes dipped to the vibrator, and another wave of heat crashed over Margot—“did you want to have that talk?”
“Talk?” Margot echoed.
Olivia’s brows rose. “You know. Logistics.”
Right. Logistics. She nodded briskly. “Sure. Meet you in the living room?”
Olivia smiled. “Let me get dressed and I’ll be right there.”