My Kind of Girl by Candace Shaw Page B

phone call, but it was Caitlyn. Traci hadn’t spoken to her
mother in a few days and was worried.
    “ Hey, Traci. Whatcha doing
on this sunny Sunday afternoon?” Caitlyn’s tone was upbeat as
always. She couldn’t think of a time when Cait wasn’t in a
pleasant, fun-loving mood.
    “ Um … you wouldn’t believe
me if I told you,” Traci said, fiddling around with one of Sean’s
expensive watches. It had diamonds encrusted around the face and a
shiny gold band. Realizing it was a Rolex, she set it down gently.
Taking off her socks, she tossed them next to her shorts and sat on
the floor next to the island.
    “ Well, I know you’re not
home because I just finished banging on your door when I returned
from the laundry room.”
    “ I’m sitting in Sean’s
closet.”
    “ Oh my. Where is he? Wait,
why are you in the closet? Is it a special closet with sex
toys?”
    “ Get your mind out of the
gutter. He’s at his sister’s house not far from here. I was
finishing up planting some flowers in the front lawn, and he asked
me to stay. I was going to go home to shower and change and come
back, but he’s only a few minutes away. He said I could shower in
his bathroom and throw on something of his even though all of his
things are way too big for me.”
    “ OMG! You’re in his house
alone? Are you snooping through his things? Does he have a sex
room? I bet he does!”
    Traci chuckled at her friend’s
overzealousness. “Calm down. I’m not snooping, and I definitely
don’t want to know if he has a sex room.” The thought sent a shiver
to race through her. If he indeed had one, she didn’t know if she’d
been intrigued or terrified. Maybe a little of both, but after the
other night she sensed that Sean wouldn’t do anything she wouldn’t
feel comfortable with.
    “ Well, you said that model
was there with handcuffs and a whip. I’m sure he keeps his toys
locked up somewhere. You’re in his closet now. See any good hiding
places? There could be a secret room somewhere.”
    “ Cait, I highly doubt that
and I’m surely not going to find out.” Standing, she took off the
rest of her clothes and hiked to the washing machine.
    “ Fine, but please keep me
posted. You can always take pictures and text them to
me.”
    “ You’re crazy, girlie, and
I’m changing the subject. So are you going to see Garrett again? He
seemed like a really cool guy.”
    “ Mmm … no. He is a nice
guy, but after you and Sean left and we sat back down, his
attention was distracted for the rest of the night by the tall
chick with the weave ponytail that had joined you for a moment. He
couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.”
    “ I don’t think that’s
weave, and from what I heard when she was at the table chatting
with Sean, she’s not interested in Garrett.”
    “ Nah … there was a knowing
flash between them as we were leaving to chill at my place. I saw
it. She looked jealous as hell when he left with me.”
    “ Maybe, but she’s moving to
Georgia soon so I wouldn’t write him off just yet. Keep your
options open, Cait.”
    “ I will. Well, I was
calling to see if you wanted to catch a movie, but you may be
making one of your own tonight with Dr. Feel Good so I’ll see you
tomorrow at work.”
    “ Laughing out loud! Girl,
you know I would never do a home movie.” Would I? She was already slightly
curious about whether or not he had a sex room. She shook the
thought from her brain and said good-bye to Caitlyn before she
started searching for a room with chains, whips, and
swings.
    After the refreshing shower, she
wrapped his bathrobe around her and tied the belt tightly at the
waist. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she laughed as his robe
hung miserably off of her body. Her eyes perused over his
toiletries on the vanity. He had an electric toothbrush, a few
bottles of cologne and deodorant. Nothing out of the ordinary even
though Caitlyn’s suggestion of a sex room had her vaguely curious.
She slowly opened one