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Part 18

He'd brought a woman. Her presence was threatening, though I hadn't yet decided what was at stake. I only knew that she was irritating, talking to Vince without a hint of respect to a degree that made me wonder when she'd be pushed down - and I didn't want to be present when that happened.

She asked where she could find me, and a moment after he'd handed over the information, Vince furiously exclaimed, "That's my bedroom!"

"There's a cage! – Oh my god, you're so kinky."

"I'm not –"

"Wait! Don't tell me you locked him in there? – Vince!" she said incredulously causing me to frown - and become slightly curious as to the nature of their relationship. She sounded too young to be his mother, so maybe his boss.

"He's an animal. It's not so surprising that I'd lock him up at first."

"He's already locked up in cleanotopia, Vince."

"Cleano–what?"

"Don't change the topic."

Intrigued, I abandoned my safe spot on the bed and left the room, kicking the door shut with my hind paw to announce my presence. I could hear Vince' sharp intake of breath before the woman asked, "What was that?"

"He started throwing doors shut after it happened," he whispered as if I wasn't capable of perfectly making out his words. They were quiet afterwards, and I approached cautiously. When I came into sight, her eyes widened in surprise, and I was equally stunned by her appearance.

Despite her loud mouth, she barely reached up to Vince' shoulders – even though she'd donned shoes with heels longer than my claws. Her attire was spotless, a white blouse that was stretched to transparency around her cleavage and a tight black skirt that made her waist look unnaturally thin. With waves of blonde hair cascading to her hips, bright red lipstick and her large blue eyes - she wasn't exactly looking threatening enough to hold her ground against a man like Vince.

"God, Vince, you are so kinky," she remarked sneering.

"I'm not– wait!" He grabbed her arm when she took the first step towards me, immediately jerking her to a stop. She wasn't fazed by his physical dominance. Instead of cowering or maybe snapping at him to release her, she simply looked at the point of contact pointedly, and he actually let go. I was mesmerized.

Vince sighed. "He'll scratch you."

"He won't."

"And how would you know? And don't give me that I'm a woman bullshit."

"It's not bullshit, it's the truth."

I was fascinated by the exchange, so much that I didn't even consider growling when she stalked towards me, her heels clicking on the parquet floor. She crouched down in front of me, and I caught a glimpse of bright red panties in the darkness beneath her skirt.

"I'm Leah," she introduced herself with a smile, then held her hand out towards me, waving her finger. I didn't know what made me do it, but I actually gave her my paw. Maybe it was Vince' glare that fuelled my spite, forcing me to do anything to get back at him.

My gaze tore free of him when Leah yanked me to my feet, beaming at me – until my head rose further than hers. She stared, mouth slightly agape. "Damn you're a big boy."

Her gaze dropped to my groin. "And you're naked."

I still didn't know what to make of her, but she was amusing, which was refreshing after spending weeks with Vince, who's expression was pretty much limited to various degrees of either lust or seriousness - or an unsettling combination of both.