The Kitten Has Claws

Today the little miss snapped at me and how glorious this moment for I did enjoy having my preconceived notions of her shattered in one burst of kittenish temper! I decided to amuse myself by dusting after she did and followed her about diligently imitating her every move, to the point of even whistling tunelessly until finally irked she spun around and asked me if I had ever heard of harassment!

How those stormy eyes and moist lips brought the tingle of lust to my skin, electric and vital it consumed me for a brief instant before abating into a faint hum behind my mind. In a few intense seconds she had achieved something that no one in this shadow of a town had managed for some time, she aroused my interest.

Someone has been putting ideas into the little minx as she felt perfectly at ease shouting at the most powerful man in town and I wondered if she suffered from acute idiocy or the ignorant belief of youth that life is fair and someone gives a damn. I then spent the next hour on the phone while staring at her from across the room. This rattled her nerves so much she practically fled in her lunch break giving me time to consider which lesson of life I should first teach her.

Liselle coming forth to cover her absence despite the lack of lunchtime clientele gave me a perfunctory scowl before returning to the back room to drink tea . I do not think there has been a customer since I came to help the minx at her travails perhaps they know better than to disturb a man at work, for now this little treasure is mine to enjoy and how I shall!

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