Chapter 25: Kitty Arceneaux, 33, bayou hostess...

When Kitty woke up in Rémy’s bed the next morning, she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

First of all, the sex with him had been great. He was very intense in taking her, yet made sure she came too. He’d been aggressive in pleasing himself, and she was grateful that he wanted her.

And, before she had committed to Kate, the internal squabble had been should I or shouldn’t I? No, really it was will I or won’t I? That dilemma had now evaporated. It was still a momentous step to take, but since no one else in town would know about it ... well, that eased her mental burden considerably.

She hopped in Rémy’s shower, then skipped into the kitchen. Then skidded to a stop, “Oh!”

Rémy was there, wearing only an apron, standing over the stove. But two other men turned and gazed at her. Rémy smiled at her — kindness and understanding showing through — and held out his hand.

Blushing deeply through her Cajun coloring, Kitty walked five more steps toward him and took his hand.

“Boys, this is Kitty Arceneaux. Kitty, this is...” She was still stunned and caught only “Too-Tall” and “Yes-But”. She had seen them around town, and knew that they worked for Rémy.

The men wore khakis and untucked sport shirts, but each tipped an imaginary cap, “Nice to meet you.” “Good to see you.”

Rémy gave her hand two quick squeezes, and she understood. He was proud of her, and wanted to show her off. Like a little boy bragging about getting to second base.

She squared her shoulders, and spoke brightly, “Kin I pour you gentlemen a cup of chicory?” She was aware of how good she looked in the nude, and their appreciation was reflected in their open assessment.

Kitty had no way of knowing they had retired from police forces in Newark and Detroit. Rémy had hired these hardened veterans to be the backbone of his department. They’d seen it all, and were unfazed by the sight of a naked broad.

They declined her offer with thanks and left for work.

Rémy kissed the top of her head, “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” She winked, “Am I the Chief’s pussy now?”

“Yes, it’s official.”

She turned serious for a moment, “I’ll text you whenever Arnie is staying up in Jackson.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

She reached under his apron, “An’ I’ll hold this.” She figured he would be wanting to get into work, so she just sucked him off. Her first taste of Chief-of-Police cum.