Chapter 31: Practicing Yoga
Chapter 31: Practicing Yoga
She had a small smile on her face as she read those words.
“Are you talking to someone?” She startled at the voice.
“No,” she said impassively. “Just talking to a friend.” She didn’t want to be found out. It felt like her little secret that she wished to keep to herself.
“Your expression was weird. I thought you had seen a ghost,” Angelina chuckled. Katherine looked at her with a strange expression and didn’t speak for a few moments.
“That was my excited face,” she said matter-of-factly. Angelina looked at her with interest.
“What’s gotten you excited, love?” Katherine immediately blushed. Would she have this reaction every time someone called her affectionately? She was glad that her friend was a little dense when it came to others or she would have been caught in the act in an instant.
“I’m going to see the movie again.”
“I thought that was a given. I am going to go home and tell my Cage how much I enjoyed the movie.” And there it was. The mention of the man she was talking to.
“Did you tell him you were coming to watch?” she asked curiously, wondering what the kid must have said when that happened. How long would he keep the act up?
“No, I didn’t. I wanted to surprise him.”
“And how? You are going to give him a critique of the film?”
“I’m going to feel him out, yes…” ‘Don’t feel anything related to that kid. The police will break in through our door any time to capture you.’
“What is this game you are playing?” Kitty asked, not understanding.
“I want to see how long it takes for him to fully confess to who he is. Mind games,” she said proudly, making Katherine frown.
“If you really want a relationship with him, wouldn’t you want to cut the bullshit and just go straight to the question?” She asked, feeling slightly disappointed in her friend. “Games never work out in adult relationships,” she commented, giving her friend a look.
“Don’t judge me. Without games, there is no fun in relationships. And we haven’t started dating, so it isn’t considered a game, really. Just a way to find out more about him. Nothing more.” She defended herself. Katherine nodded, still not convinced that it was a healthy way to go, but then she suddenly thought of it. The reason for sending the message.
He was testing her, she realized suddenly. Testing to see how far he could go to tease her and what reaction she would give. Was this considered a game or a trial at gauging where the boundary of the other is? Should she openly ask him to not be subtle or should she tell him in the same manner as him how okay she was with talking to him about their passions?
“You play your games with your dream boy while I enjoy the movie with my Cage.”
“Your Cage?” she said a bit jealously, half faking it.
“He was mine before you knew him. I have some claim on him. I am his number one fan and you come second. Attest to the fact and bow down to me, peasant.” She giggled as her friend looked strangely.
“Next thing you will ask is if you can bang him once to quench your curiosity about his dick. No way am I letting you touch what is mine,” she said fiercely. She knew Katherine was kidding, but Cage Cavanaugh pulled out a possessive streak in her.
“Calm down, tiger. I get it.” She rolled her eyes and looked straight ahead as they started to drive.
“When I meet him in person, I will make sure he introduces you to his single, hot actor buddies. That way, we can both be happy and live in mansions with our celebrity husbands.”
“Marriage to a celebrity is not my idea of fun.” All she could think about was how expendable Cage Cavanaugh was in her friend’s mind. He could be swapped with countless other men, but she didn’t feel that way. She just wanted a simple relationship with a man who understood her and didn’t play mind games.
They pulled up to their apartment complex and she turned to her friend.
“Thank you for driving me,” Katherine said with a smile and the other simply nodded.
“Don’t mention it. We had fun today.”
The two left the car and headed towards their apartment. Lily was still not back and Katherine was tired enough to call for takeout.
“I’ll head in,” she said to Angelina, who had switched on the news to look at some show.
“Yeah. Don’t stay up too late.”
“I won’t.”
She closed the door to her room and went to her illustrator. She sat down and simply wished to draw something related to the movie. But she couldn’t concentrate.
She flipped out her mobile phone and started typing in feverishly.
[Rinten: I hope you have reached home safely. I don’t know what you thought of before you went to bed, but you certainly painted a riveting image of our time together. To be fair, I do practice yoga and often practice alone. I will bring you along next time so that you can enjoy me showing some wicked moves. Things you can’t imagine. And being touched by a woman? Sorry, my preferences completely lay in muscular men who know what they should do to the body of a woman. I don’t want a womanly touch, I want it hard and fast. I would love to tell you what my favorite position is, but I am afraid it will be too hard for you to handle. Wouldn’t want you to go into heat because I instigated you too much in a short amount of time.]
She looked at the paragraph once more before pressing send.
She really wanted to say more.
[You should watch Under the Stars before it goes out of the movie theatres. I just watched it today and it was amazing. Sorry to say that someone dropped off without notice and almost ruined the day by asking me out. Oops. Will you be too stimulated if I tell you that I have a long list of men who are waiting for me to approve of their advances? But don’t worry. You come first in all aspects. You are first priority.]
She kept it to that and signed out, going back to her illustrator and drawing the image of Cage Cavanaugh, shirtless, just waking up from his sleep. Just like she had seen in the movie.
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