All day at work she couldn’t help herself but purrrrrrrrr…
Under her breath, while her PT clients came and went her head kept swinging back to that shopping bag in the staff lounge. The one she left for her at reception, now stowed safely atop the snack machine.
She knew what was in there. She’d been sent a message the night before after hearing nothing from him for two days prior.
"Kitten, there’s a treat coming for you."
That name. He hadn’t used her given name in months. She no longer expected him to do so, for she meant only one thing to him now and that is as she wanted it to be — craved it to be.
"Emily, you just had this dropped off for you." Margaret handed her the package in the hallway this morning with an unaware smile. "And you’ve got your 10 o’clock in the waiting room."
She managed to contain her composure carrying the large brown paper shopping tote bag to the break room. She wore her black yoga pants today just in case that proved to be more difficult than anticipated. She dared not peek, lest she be unable to help her clients complete their stretching and therapeutic movement circuits for the day.
Still, under her breath, she felt her tongue trill within her throat, her mouth. She had a sense. She had a feeling. But nothing for certain.
And the day was done. She completed her paperwork dutifully, legs crossed. She wanted nothing hanging over her head save the contents of that package.
Arriving home, she stepped to the threshold of her apartment. She checked her messages. A lone text. From him. She knew its contents but opened it anyway: it would be important.
"Cross the threshold, kitten."
And with a deep breath, glassing eyes and a turn of the key, she did.
Scampering through the kitchen to her room, tittering, giggling all the way, bag rustling. She stripped her yoga pants and zipper front warmups, fitted-t and sports bra from her frame in a puddle of giggles and tee-hees. She slid her thong from her hips and opened her package.
In but moments, she stood before the mirror, still on the balls of her feet that carried her here. She let out her braid and felt the curls fall round her shoulders. She pieced the curls out, leaned over, tousled and with that snap up right ohhhhhhh the purrrrrssss.
She did her lips.. her eyes.. just so.. everything just so.. for a pretty kitten who has crossed the threshold like she’s supposed to …
And then she put on her ears. Ohhhhhh… so cute.. so yummy.. so pretty..
She took her piccie and sent it to him.
"Very good, kitten. Now, if you are good kitten the rest of the night, tomorrow, do you know what you’ll get?"
She paused..bit her lip.. then refreshed her messages.