“Both. So many times.”
A leg looped over her. Fingers teased her thighs before diving for her wet slit.“Your breasts are bigger. I don’t care what you say. Married life has been good to you.”
“Why don’t you come over here and check them out, then?”
“I thought we were talking about doilies or some shit.”
“Doilies! Who are you? My grandmother?”
“God, I hope not. Unless your grandmother is into…”
“Stop!” Alicia slapped both hands on Danica’s chest, which only made her topple farther into the bed. “For the love of mercy! Stop!” Her grandmother was a respectable working-class woman. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Danica was on her, holding Alicia’s hands above her head and driving weight against her abdomen.Oh my…Alicia wasn’t laughing anymore.
“You’ve lost your manners, Ms. Colbert.”
Yeah, this is what Alicia wanted late at night. A woman with a strong will and a stronger drive to give her the hottest marital sex possible.
“Sorry, ma’am,” she gasped. “I meant… please fuck me.”
A finger tugged on her collar. That was the last thing Alicia felt as a woman of sound mind and body. That night, anyway.
Chapter 9
Robert Grove had barely signed the papers faxed to him in Munich when Ms. Sarah Clayborn burst through Danica’s office door.
“Ma'am,” she announced, breathless. “It’s…”
“Danica!”
“Shit,” Danica hissed. Alicia froze beside her, light summer jacket strangling her and turning her body into a pool of sweat. “All right.” She nodded to her wife, both of them quickly straightening themselves out as if the President were about to walk through the door. “Let’s do this, my love.”
Alicia was dead. Her heart had stopped. Blood was drained from her face. By the time Russell Moreau marched through the door, fresh from his flight from DC, Alicia could be convinced that she was a ghost.
“Oh, wonderful,” Russell spat, taking in the sight of two wives sitting together at Danica’s desk. “You brought the little woman to work today.”
Danica did not get up to greet her father. In fact, those amber hues were so twisted in torrential winds that Alicia almost feared her wife suffering from spontaneous combustion. “This is my wife, Father.” Danica crossed her arms on her desk. “She works here.”
“I don’t recall approving that.”
“I approved it.”
“What gives you the right!”
Silence stilled the room. Russell stood a few feet away, his Brioni suit mussed and his lilac vest wrinkled.Has he lost weight?Meanwhile, Alicia was fretting over a two-pound water weight gain. She needed to start hitting the gym again. Not the time to think about that!
“My right comes from owning a third of this company.” Danica was quick to cover the work they had been doing before Russell arrived. “If I want to bring my wife in as my partner, I damn well will. You don’t work out of this office anyway.”
If Alicia pulled her pocketknife out of her purse, she would probably have been able to slice the tension connecting father and daughter. Just snap it right in half… and then take it on herself. Like she needed more tension directed at her right now.
Both Russell and Danica shared a heated look that suggested some struggle that Alicia had yet to fathom. Was this what it felt like to watch a young female lion take on the current leader of the pride? Sometimes that’s what it felt like Alicia was doing with her wife. To see the patriarch here, though? To know that he hated her existence enough to try to have her killed?
Fuck.
Don’t show him you’re scared. Alicia sat up straight, fidgeting hands shoved into her lap.“So what are you here for, Father? Thought you were taking up residence in DC while you get over the reality that I’m married.”
“Residence? You’re dumber than I ever thought, daughter. I haven’t moved anywhere. I went on leave.” He sneered. “Imagine my shock, though, when I got a call from my old friend Nabokov mentioning that you bought up all his shares in the company.” That sneer now hit Alicia. “Or should I say yourwifebought them?”
