Chapter 9
Natalya lay alone on Cal’s big bed listening to Hank Williams crooning out Jambalaya. She felt both wrung out and thoroughly energized.
They’d woken to American Pie which she’d argued really shouldn’t be on his list because it wasn’t about food. He’d mumbled in between her breasts—his favorite place to wake up—that even songs about food were mostly about other things. ABBA came on next with Honey, Honey to prove his point. When he’d tried to leave to go bake, she’d pulled him back and they’d had that quickie he so wanted, to Maroon 5 belting out Sugar. Though they’d finished to The Monkees’ Tapioca Tundra which had them groaning for multiple reasons.
Two days. Despite her protestations, she had spent two straight days being Cal’s s*x kitten. Of course he’d been a s*x god so it
