Jesse stared at her computer monitor and scratched her temple in confusion. Cat had her chin resting on Jesse’s shoulder and every few seconds made a grunt of utter bewilderment. She was chewing popcorn in Jesse’s ear, and it was annoying, but Jesse couldn’t stop staring at the screen. Cat had been up and down in her chair too many times to count. It was making Jesse antsy.
“Huh,” Jesse kicked her feet out under the table as she repositioned to get comfortable. “Six restraining orders.” She was perplexed.
“Are the orgasms so good?” Cat demanded to know.
“They are.” She wasn’t too proud to admit it. “Mind blowing and I’ve had more orgasms in a three-minute session in his powder room than I had in an entire night with the hot dog vendor but six stalkers?”
“Six women had to be restrained
