Chapter 58 So Wild And Hot

• Fucking hell, she so needed a good shagging. I could think of a few things that would shut her up. You'd think after last night she would wake up soft and obliging like a sleepy kitten. No such luck. I had a spitting-mad feral cat on my hands.
• I realized I'd left the coffee she'd bought me sitting in the drink holder down in my car. Fuck the bloody coffee, I needed a bottle of Van Gogh and about a dozen smokes.
• I also needed a shower and to make a few things perfectly clear to my utterly frustrating female. Christ, she was a handful when she got like this, but a shower first and then maybe I could sit her down and attempt some logical reasoning. I went the back way to the bathroom rather than in through the bedroom because I imagined her dressing for work in there, and figured some privacy would be appreciated considering she'd just told me to sod off. I ditched my shoes and shirt and stepped in.