Furry Little Kitten

"Hey, what happened?" I asked Clark who shut his phone off in frustration and furiously shoved it in his pocket.

We were now sitting in Clark's car thinking of where to go for lunch before that 'business' phone call came like a tornado.

"Just business," he muttered while keeping one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand pinching the bridge of his perfectly shaped nose.

If only he knew how sexy he looked right now . . .

Clark looked incredibly delicious when he was angry. His dark hair was disheveled like always and his thick eyebrows drawn into a panty-dropping frown. He was clad in a white dress shirt and black pants which he had worn for a meeting earlier and that just made him look hotter. His sleeves were rolled up and a tie hung loosely around his neck. He wore a silver Rolex watch which crossed the line for someone being extremely sexy.

My legs were wide open and a song played in my mind, snapping me out of my trance.

Twinkle, twinkle little whore,

Close your legs it's n