…getting her brains absolutely fucked out by Deb in an alcove at a lesbian bar. Hayley thought she might pass out, she blushed so hard.
“You all right?” Deb asked, her face curious as she shoveled more Raisin Bran into it.
“Great!” Flashing a smile she hoped looked sunny and casual and not mildly freaked out and plastic, Hayley retrieved her bowl and began sucking down the now-soggy cereal. But as more memories of the evening began to escape into her consciousness, she almost choked on a mouthful.
Deb’s fingers deep inside of her. Her mouth on Deb’s nipples. Her mouth on Deb’sclit, the taste of her in Hayley’s mouth, the sound of her deep moans as she came… Hayley squirmed, the heat of arousal beginning to bloom again in her lap.
She did not understand how they’d gotten here. The back and forth between them, the anger, the commiserating, bitching one minute and dancing like they were glued together the next. From fighting to kissing, she understood nothing of it. But she alsolikedit.
And, if she was being honest, she was deeply afraid of it.
Slowly, she swallowed down the last bite of her cereal and set the bowl aside. She wasn’t sure what to do next. Part of her wanted to flee home. But another part of her wanted to push Deb back against the pillows and explore her lush, delicious body in the light of the morning.
Deb was watching her carefully. “You want coffee?”
Hayley took a deep breath and made herself grin. “I want to fuck you again.”
She liked the way that made Deb’s face light up. She liked even more the way Deb hauled off her t-shirt and threw it aside, then reached for Hayley. “Well, hell yes, Nurse Milton, I like your priorities.”
Hayley fell back and pulled Deb on top of her, letting herself sink into an incendiary kiss that almost, almost,almostdrowned out the little voice in her brain telling her tobe careful, be safe, don’t get in too deep…
“Earth to Boss Lady.” Mirenda waved a hand in front of Hayley’s face, snapping her out of the reverie she’d fallen into. “Hey, hey. Wild night?”
“Not in the way you’re thinking,” Hayley mumbled, rubbing her temples as she sat up straight at the ICU charge desk. “I only had two little drinks.”
“Yeah, but you don’t drink much, it can hit you like a freight train.” Mirenda pumped out some hand sanitizer from the big bottle on the desk and rubbed it into her hands, all the while regarding Hayley from under raised eyebrows. After a moment of intense scrutiny, she nodded. “Okay. You’re not hungover. No bloodshot eyes, your skin isn’t dry, fine. You do look a little shit, though. Got some water with you?”
Hayley lifted her big blue water jug and shook it so the ice inside tinkled against the metal walls. “Right here. And ibuprofen.” She tapped a packet on the desk next to her. “I have a headache.”
“So if you’re not hungover, then what’s up?” Mirenda pulled out the other desk chair and sat down. She handed over a plastic-wrapped oatmeal cream pie and a beef jerky stick. “Eat. Explain.Does this have anything to do with how I almost caught you in a compromising position with ER Chief Asshole two days ago?”
“Maybe,” Hayley replied slowly, unwrapping the little pie with care. “Yes.”
“Y’all went out?” Mirenda propped her chin in her hand, dark eyes gleaming with interest. “I presume you both lived. Otherwise you’d be on a bus crossing the border into Tijuana about now.”
“Yes, we lived,” Hayley snapped with some impatience. She tore a bite of pie off and chewed it angrily. “Come on, now, Mir. What do you take me for?”
“Someone who, up until two days ago, absolutely hated our hospital’s head of Emergency Medicine,” Mirenda drawled.
“I still don’t exactlylikeher,” Hayley muttered.
“Mm. The red faces and mussed up hair I caught you two with in the on-call the other day would beg to differ, but okay.” Mirenda was and had always been a paragon of patience. What she wanted, she would have, and Hayley knew she wanted information. “You didn’t kill Doctor Morales. So. Whatdidyou do?”
Hayley shot her a glare over another vicious mouthful of cream pie. “I mean, you are an adult. Married with children, even. I think you can guess.”
“Mm. I want to hear you say it.” Mirenda’s dark eyes sparkled.
All Hayley could do was heave a sigh. “I slept with her.”
“I knew it.” Mirenda chortled. “I knew it, knew it, knew it! Must have been pretty good, you look like you did not sleep at all.”
“I slept,” Hayley protested. “I even took a nap once I got home.” She looked down at her hands and began to pick at her cuticles. “It just wasn’t very… restful sleep.”
“Well, if you got railed all night, then why the hell not?” With a look of dismay on her lovely face, Mirenda sat back and shook her head. “Given how much you two dislike each other normally, I would have thought the sex would beexhaustinglygood.”
“I mean, it was. It was,” Hayley admitted. “Just…”
After a moment of silence, during which Hayley zoned out again, Mirenda gave her a good poke in the ribs that made her yelp and jump. “Justwhat?”Mirenda snapped.
