It’s funny and spiced up with plenty of little anecdotes and witticisms that leave me grinning, while his voice turns me on even as I’m comforted. I listen to his no-nonsense approach as he advocates conversation and honesty at every turn, and I only wish I had a man like that who’d actually talk and be honest with me.
As the show wraps up, I remember his request for me to call him back and tell him what happened with Kevin. He was probably just being nice and doesn’t actually expect me to call, but something about it felt real.
I wait for a bit after the show ends to give him time to get out of the studio and wherever it is he goes after work, and then I call. I’m heading out anyway. I’ve got a late-night rumbling tummy that can only be satisfied by something cheesy and takeout.
The phone rings several times and I’m about to hang up, mad at myself for being stupidly excited about talking to The Love Whisperer again, when he answers.
“Talk to me.”
It’s the same purring growl. That panty-melting voice of his isn’t an act.
“Hey, Love Whisperer. It’s your Kitty Kat.”
There’s a throaty chuckle on the other end, but there’s concern in it too, which helps me feel better. “My Kitty Kat now?” he asks, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “After a week went by, I wasn’t sure if I was going to get that return call. I was starting to doubt whether I had an effect at all.”
“You set me straight. Hold on. Let me put you on speaker. I’ve got this technogeek wonder phone that I love to use speaker on.”
“Well, I’m in my office, so this isn’t private . . . but tell me, how’d it go?”
I plug my phone into the charging dock in my dash and slip my Bluetooth earpiece in as I fire up my car. “First off, I can’t believe I didn’t listen to anyone.”
Derrick
“I can’t believe you’re the type to settle for anyone,” I reply, relaxing back in my office chair. It’s late. Almost nobody is around the studio right now. It’s one of the benefits of satellite radio, I guess. You can run a lot more shows pre-recorded. “So he fessed up?”
“He gave me the most ridiculous line of shit ever,” Kat says, her breathy voice causing a stir in my pants. What the fuck is wrong with me? “He said that he did it because she was willing to pimp his line of supplements on her Instagram page.”
“You’re shitting me,” I say, rolling my eyes. “What a stupid asshole.”
“You’re right there. Honestly, I waited a week to call because I wanted to get a clear head.”
“I can understand that. So he fed you a line of bullshit, and you chucked his ass out on the street. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
“Not quite,” Kat says. “I went to his apartment to give him the news. No waiting around.”
“Good for you,” I tell her. “So, that’s it? I mean, I like it, but sounds a bit easy, don’t you think?”
“Well, he did try to puff his chest out and tell me no man would ever treat me like he did or satisfy me like him. I took a little delight in telling him that I sure as hell hoped not since he’s a cheater whom I had to fake it with because he’d never even made me . . .” Kat says with spunkiness before stopping herself short. “Uhm, I mean—”
“Wait, seriously?” I ask in a sputtering laugh. “Is that true? You weren’t just busting his balls? Damn, Kat . . . for how long?”
“It’s okay,” she says, seemingly comfortable talking to me. “My best friend told me to get a dog or a new rabbit. Or both. She’s probably right.”
“A rabbit?” I ask, my brain half-buzzed from her voice. Fuck me, I need to get laid.
“Well, um, not a bunny rabbit,” she replies, her voice becoming even a little breathier. “You know . . . a rabbit.”
She makes a buzzing sound, and all of a sudden, it hits me. She’s making me seem like an amateur. I talk about sex for a living. I shouldn’t be caught off guard like this. Trying to maintain at least a veneer of professionalism, I clear my throat. “Yeah, I can see where that’d come in handy. Take matters into your own hands, so to speak. I’ve done that myself more than a few times.”
What I just said sinks in for both of us, and the tension between us can be felt even over the phone lines. If I could see her right now, I’d swear we’d just crossed a line. And I’d probably see how far I could push to make a move.
Kat can feel it too. “So, uh, yeah, anyway. That was probably an overshare on my part. Sorry about that.”