“Of course, ma’am. To tell you the truth, I’m not a fan of that guy. He gives me the creeps. Then again, most old guys do.”
“Your creeps are well-founded. That man would have me completely disappear from the Earth if he could make it happen.”
“I see. Does the other Mrs. Moreau know about that?”
Alicia turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water against her face. She didn’t need half her makeup anyway. “She knows. All the good it does us.”Please, Danica, I hope your plan works. If it doesn’t, we are so fucked.Not just her. Danica, too!
For better or worse, right?
Dee stuck with her until she was ready to find her wife. Danica was alone in her office, thumping a pen against a desk, her agitation sultry enough to momentarily distract Alicia from the issues at hand.She would be gorgeous enough to make me forget that her father threatened me again.At least he hadn’t outright threatened the unborn child he had been fooled into thinking she had.
“Alicia.” She pushed away from her desk. Dee stood in the doorway. Bodyguard and wife exchanged looks. “What happened? Are you all right?”
She slipped into Danica’s embrace with a sigh. “I love you. Do you love me?”
She held Alicia close, but never close enough. She could never hold Alicia as close as she needed to be to her. “There’s not a moment of my day that I don’t think about how much I love you.” Danica’s hand clenched a chunk of her wife’s hair. “I wish my father could see it.”
“I don’t want to talk about him.” No sense worrying her wife about things she could already guess. “Are we busy tonight?”
“I can clear our schedules. Why?”
She rubbed her cheek against Danica’s chest.This perfume isn’t just sexy. It’s my haven. If Alicia stayed in her arms forever, she would be safe, right? Nobody could hurt her, right? Just her, just Danica, just the whole world as their oyster, waiting to be explored and exploited.
“Let’s do something fun. For us.”
Danica kissed her. “Anything you want. I’ve been wanting to take you for a spin in the BMW, anyway.”
In what was either the most romantic or the stupidest gesture yet, Danica sent the bodyguards home after work and took Alicia for a night out on the town – her style.
“Told you this was a superb car.” Danica started the BMW. It purred like a kitten curling up in a fleece blanket on a cold winter’s day. Alicia was delighted by the bright lights and apps flashing in the dashboard.How many gauges does one car need?Do I care?She buckled up her seatbelt and grinned at her wife. “You and me, my love. Whatever you want to do.”
She already knew what. “I want to go dancing.” Her hand brushed against Danica’s leg. “Especially with you dressed like this.”
She had never seen it before. Danica Moreau, wearing a fitted T-shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans. She was always either in her workwear or already in her idea of pajamas – or nude.
While Alicia had seen jeans folded in her drawers, she had never seen Danica wearing them, and had nearly been convinced that she bought jeans just to keep up appearances. T-shirts weren’t totally uncommon when she was in bed, though. The woman had some of the softest cotton T-shirts in the world. Alicia enjoyed stealing them to sleep in, let alone folding her body against Danica’s sleeping form while she wore shorts and a T-shirt to bed.
These damn jeans, though! This shirt!When Danica came walking out of their bedroom dressed like this, Alicia almost pushed her back for a round of the hottest sex she could summon.
Then Danica put on a thin leather jacket that was cut perfectly to her torso. Knowing what she looked like beneath her clothes made Alicia fan her poor self.
Now they were in a brand-new BMW, pulling out of the parking garage of their high-rise penthouse and getting ready for a night that belonged to the two of them.
“Me and Candice, we used to go to dance clubs when we were stressed out.” That’s what Alicia told her wife when she asked her for the fifth time what she wanted to do that night. She didn’t care what club they went to – except for Midnight, since that would’ve been awkward – as long as it had throbbing dance beats and the chance to down her sorrows.
“You know a place we can go?” Alicia felt overdressed in her flirty cocktail dress. Even though she had moved her old clothes into the penthouse, she was still drawn to the shiny new designer dresses she had steadily accumulated since reuniting with Danica. She consoled herself by saying her wife’s clothes were clearly designer as well. They would be the best-dressed couple no matter where they went.
The night was as dark as the lights of downtown would allow. Danica shifted gears with a deft hand as she pulled out onto the avenue. “I know where we can go. Haven’t been there in a long time. I must be overdue for an appearance.”
“Let me guess. Another place you own?”
“Absolutely not. What, you think I own all the nice places downtown?” She sent Alicia a flirtatious glance before easing into traffic. Was she already getting into the freeway lane? “That’s ridiculous. The Anderssens alone own like half this city.”
“Forgive me, Mistress.” Could Alicia bat her eyelashes any harder? They were about to fall out!
“God,” Danica muttered, stepping on the gas once they were on the freeway. “I love it when you call me that.”
The windows came down as soon as they reached top legal speed – actually, it was probably faster than that. If Danica could barely contain herself in the boardroom and the bedroom, what the hell was keeping her from going illegally fast on the freeway? Wasn’t it called a freeway for a reason?
