This seemed to mollify Cassandra somewhat. At least enough so that she stepped forward and coiled around my arm, pressing close against me. Very close.
“Well, don’t wait up for him, Sugar,” she said with a wink. “I figure on keeping him up for a long time … if you get what I mean.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t.”
Chumley had once tried to describe something called “dry ice” to me. At the time, I had trouble imagining something cold enough to burn. Bunny’s tone and manner as she spun on her heel and marched out of the room went a long way toward clarifying the concept for me. I might not be the most perceptive person in all the dimensions when it comes to women, but it didn’t take a real genius to realize that she didn’t approve of my choice of dates . . . even though I hadn’t really made the choice.
“Alone at last,” Cassandra purred, pressing even closer against me. “Tell me, Tiger, what are your thoughts for the evening?”
As I said, I hadn’t really settled on anything. Still, I had an overwhelming urge to get this particular bombshell out of the castle, or, at least, out of my bedroom, and as far away from Bunny as possible.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I was thinking of maybe doing dinner or getting a couple of drinks and kind of letting the evening take care of itself.”
“Sounds good to me,” my date declared, giving a little shiver that seemed to take her entire body. “Are there any good clubs on this dimension?”
It only took me a second to realize she was talking about nightclubs, not the kind of club you beat people across the head with. I DO catch on eventually.