Re: Quicklog: Cat C/Reece E
[It was entirely possible she'd never experienced divine chocolate. When it came to decadently expensive things Cat longed to try, cake wasn't precisely at the top of the list. Give her some expensive caviar any day, because Cat's hedonism was trashy, whether she meant it to be or not.]
Alaska? [The surprise in her voice was entirely genuine, and sarcasm didn't tinge it in the slightest.] I can't imagine you in Alaska. Even very young you. Did you begrudgingly trudge after your parents? Now, Jamaica? That I can see. I always did like the Caribbean. I adore a good beach. But you can't beat Santorini for the beaches. Instead of sand, they have tiny lava pebbles in red, white, and black. [She scoffed.] It's extremely obvious you weren't born into a crime family. Heritage is everything. And that's what I went there to see. Heritage.
[She waited patiently while he worked up the courage to pull down the zipper. Well, she assumed that was the delay. Once he'd bared skin, she shimmied out of the dress, and she undid her black bra. Both items fell to the floor, and she did him the favor of not turning before she slipped the sweater on over black hip-hugger panties. Once the hem of the shirt was skimming her thighs, she pushed him back onto the bed, climbed over him, and reclaimed her position with his shoulder for a pillow.] Turn off the light, so there's just the boats. And I never smoked, not until I decided weed was better than narcotics. You?