Curiosity Killed the Cat (Sex, Love and Curiosity Series) *ON HOLD*

Chapter Three - Catnaps

Warning - this chapter contains some sexual activity.

Kate Janson's POV

A sat on the swing of the old playground and gently rocked back and forwards. I was waiting for him at the usual place, and at the usual time. That's right; we had a meeting place. It didn't start off that way though, it took lots of time of badgering and convincing before he gave into me. It took a whole week's worth of badgering and convincing, though it was worth it.

Have him being business partners with my mom and all had advantages and disadvantages. The advantages were he was always at the house. The disadvantages were that my mom was suspecting something. She knew I never would act this way around her usual clients, and she knew I was acting this way because of him. That's why I had to lay low from now on. 

I learned more about Preston over the two weeks we had known each other, but I tried to remain as mysterious as possible. Somethings I had already known. For example: he was a writer, he was an actor, he was working with my mom, he was adorable. These are the things I managed to squeeze out of him: he was from New York, he had a taste for alcohol, he was a smoker, he didn't like commitment, and although he didn't say it I could tell he was falling for me. 

So I was sitting there. It was ten at night, and he should've been there by now. I waited patiently before calling him. I didn't call him until ten past ten. "Where are you?" I whispered into the phone. He hung up on me, I was about to call him back in anger before I sensed him ascend up behind me. 

Abruptly I stood up and turned to face him. I kissed him passionately on the lips. My hands wrapped around his neck and his around my hips. "We haven't done that in a while," I said, exhaling a deep breathe. The more and more intimate the relationship (although there wasn't much of a relationship) got, the more edgy I felt. 

Preston sat down in the swing but didn't move much. He had this look in his eyes that suggested a lot was on his mind. Maybe some of it bothering him? I couldn't read into it that much, so I decided to ask him upfront. I put my legs on either side of him and jumped onto his lap whilst he was on the swing. He started pushing us back and forwards at a steady pace.

"What's on your mind?" I asked him calmly. 

"Well," he began, "you. Lately I can only think about you." 

A big cheesy smile spread across my face, but then he continued. "Not always in a good way," he said, "I think about how manipulative you can be, how sneaky you are, and how disobedient! I mean, where does your mother think you are?" He laughed a bit, but I could tell he was serious. 

"At Scarlet's?" I said, honestly. He laughed a nervous laugh, but left it at that. 

I rested my head against his shoulder and wrapped my arms and legs around him tighter. I could feel the tension leave his body as he stroked my hair with his hands. I started rotating my hips and grinded up onto him. He ignored this and started swinging fast enough so it was almost impossible to carry on.  

"I know you want to," I said.

"What?" he asked, innocently, although we both knew what I meant.

"We could, you know, my mom is in Palo Alto she'd never know! She thinks I'm staying at Scar's for the weekend!"

"Shh," he said and he plunged in for a kiss. I pulled free.

"C'mon! Just come to my house, we don't have to do anything! I just don't want to be out here anymore!" 

"Then maybe you should go home,"  he suggested.

"Maybe you should come home with me!" I insisted.

"Kate," Preston groaned. I sensed the hint of submission. My eyes lit up. "Fine," he said at last.

We took no further hesitations and left the park in a hurry. The park was about 15 minutes away from my house, and was in an area hardly anyone went, but we didn't have to go far before someone recognized us... well... him. 

"Oh, my, God! Is that Preston Matthews!" shrieked a voice. I could easily tell it was a girl. Stepping out of the darkness were two medium height blond girls with skirts to show their asses. I guffawed sarcastically. He looked at me with a sharp stare. Let's go, I mouthed to him. He nodded and began to walk faster but the girls called after him. I rolled my eyes; he was speaking to them.

"Oh, my, God! I hate to be annoying -" Girl 1 began.

"-then don't," I growled under my breathe. I wasn't sure if she could hear me, but whether she did or not, she continued to speak. 

"-but is it alright if we take a picture with you?" Girl 2 finished. Girl 1 pulled out a phone from her vagina-showing skirt and looked at Preston desperately. He started flirting with the girls shamelessly. It's like I wasn't even there. 

One of the girls tried to kiss him. He then pulled away.

"Not now, girls," he said, "I need to get going." The first girl scowled at me. 

"Hmm," she said, and the two of them walked away.

I picked up my pace until I was at least 5 feet ahead of Preston. He didn't bother to catch up with me, maybe he could sense I was upset. I still took him to my house, despite my anger, and I managed to let everything go by the time we entered the front door. 

Whatever agreement we had made to not get too intimate had been proven false within the first 5 minutes we stepped in, and even more acurately, the first 5 seconds. With my mouth locked to his, Preston pinned me to the wall and felt my body up and down. The more that happened the less conscience I felt. In the heat of it all, I began to take off my jeans. Abruptly he stopped me. "No," he said, coming to a stop. I was breathing heavily. 

"Why not? We might as frickin' well now that you're here... we're alone..." I let my voice trail off and came in for another kiss. He turned his head. "Fine!" I said, "How 'bout something to drink? Water, orange juice?"

"Do you have any Vodka? Beer? Wine? That'd calm me down!"

"Alcoholic much?" I said whilst grabbing a bottle of vodka from the alcohol cupboard. I took the first sip and let the fiery liquid penetrate my throat. It hurt so much, I didn't even see the point in getting drunk if I had to go through that. 

He easily poured himself a glass though, and didn't hesitate to drink it. Seeing him down it like that even made me gag. "Aren't you going to have any?" He snapped. I scowled at him and took another mouthful of the alcohol. My eyes began to water. "Are you alright?"

"Just fine," I managed to spit out.

With every glass I took, the less it began to sting. And soon enough, I couldn't feel anything at all. By 3 in the morning, the bottle was finished and I could hardly sit up. He seemed well enough. I guess he's used to it.  

I rested my head on his chest and stripped out of my clothes. I couldn't see properly, but everything else was working up to standards. I pulled him out of his shirt. And that's all I remembered.