And The Heart Wants More (Part Two)

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As Kitty slowly awoke, she became aware that she was alone. She was still naked, but covered by her huge, fluffy comforter. As her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, her mind raced over what had just happened. Since having moved in with Jeff Goldblum and his twenty-five year old wife, Catherine Wreford, a mere three weeks ago, she had somehow managed to share a passionate kiss with Cat and have amazingly hot sex with Jeff. Kitty rolled over and pushed her face into the pillow as she squealed. It was only September and she would be staying until May. Plus, if Jeff followed through on what he had said, there would be a small summer tour of And the Heart Wants More, the play she was the lead actress in. She could only hope that she would get to have many more special moments with her mentors. Sitting up, she looked at the clock. 8:43 glowed back at her. She fell back on the pillow. Cat would have been back at seven and would have served dinner at seven-thirty. That is assuming Cat didn't know what happened. What if she had found out? How would she react? Suddenly very worried, Kitty jumped out of bed and threw on her pink pajama pants and matching top. Walking as quick as she could, while still being quiet, she hurried down the hall and down the two flights of stairs. As she neared the bottom of the second flight, she slowed down, listening intently for any sound. She could hear the television from the den. At the end of the hall, she peeked around the corner. Jeff was in a unbuttoned flannel and black sweat pants on one end of the couch reading over the script. Cat was in her pajamas, sitting on the other end, knitting. Content that all was well, she entered and sat on the big lazy chair to the left of the couch. The couple both looked up and smiled. Kitty, there you are! Jeff said you had been working hard and fell asleep so I thought I would let you rest and you could heat up some dinner. Cat started again on her knitting. Yeah. Thank you. That would be fine. I guess I was just a little wore out. Looking up, she saw Jeff wink at her. A warm feeling consumed her as she returned her gaze to the ground. Looking back up, Cat saw how red Kitty looked and frowned. Kitty, are you feeling all right? You look flushed? Realizing she was indeed blushing deeply, Kitty had to call upon her acting skills. Oh, I'm fine, Cat! Nothing to worry about. I'm just gonna go grab a drink and some supper. Well, okay, sweetie. Everything is on the third shelf in the fridge. Thanks! Without looking at Jeff, Kitty headed into the kitchen. Her stomach was in knots. There was no way she would be able to get anything down. However, she knew if she didn't try Cat would worry. So she made a plate up and put it in the microwave. As it heated, she sat at the bar, staring through the sliding glass door, out at the calming water of the pool. As she drank her ice water, she heard Cat's soft footsteps behind her. If you want, you should see if Jeff will go over some of your lines with you. I think I'll take a shower, read a few pages in my book, and then hit the sack. So I'll see you in the morning! Have a goodnight! Okay, thanks! Goodnight! A quick hug and Cat headed up stairs. The microwave beeped. Sighing, Kitty got the plate out and put all the food back. Now, she could either go upstairs or she could go into the den. For some reason, she was now very nervous about being alone with Jeff. What if what happened was just a one time thing? She didn't want to seem presumptuous