“Of course. You can just text me.”
“That would require me to have your number.”
“I’ll give it to you,” Olive said, leaning down to kiss her again. As much as she enjoyed the playful banter, she was more interested in all the other activities she had planned.
They kissed for a few more minutes before Charlie reached for the waistband of Olive’s pants. She broke their kiss to search Olive’s face, and Olive smiled. She hopped off Charlie’s lap so she could stand and shimmy out of her pants, which she did eagerly as Charlie watched her from the bed. If Charlie thought the brawas a show-stopper, Olive was sure she would not have been prepared for what else she had on. She wore lacy underwear set, with garters that went down to her thighs.
She guessed there was a perk to being dumped after her suitcase was packed; Olive only had the best pieces with her, and she was forced to wear them. She had assumed no one would see them, so she was glad they at least had some use.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Charlie whispered as her eyes scanned Olive from head to toe, and back. Olive smiled and walked back towards her on the bed.
“Now it’s your turn,” Olive said, and reached for her pants.
Charlie stood up and removed her black jeans, but athumpinterrupted as her phone slipped out of the tiny pocket.
“Oh, sorry,” she said, and went to go pick it up. Something on the screen must’ve been important, because she turned back to Olive after a moment.
“I need to address this… Where’s the bathroom? I’ll be back.” she said.
Olive pointed towards the door, hoping her face didn’t betray her disappointment. They were just getting somewhere, but Olive couldn’t quite ask her to ignore whatever was on her phone. They were barely acquaintances, so it was not as if she had any right to her time. If Charlie wanted to leave, she could.
Olive hoped she didn’t, because it was just getting good. As she went to the bathroom, Olive lay on the bed and waited.
I really am too sexy to be doing this.
Well, if she's not joining me, at least I could finish what we started…
CHAPTER
FOUR
CHARLIE
It wascowardly of her to use the excuse of a text from Blake to run to the bathroom, but she had to.
Am I in over my head?
Charlie couldn’t remember the last time she had been with a woman, let alone one as gorgeous and experienced as Olive seemed to be.
She was scared. Scared that she wouldn’t live up to her expectations, wouldn’t live up to her own. Scared that she would be more hurt than ever.
Charlie read Blake’s text inviting her out for a drink and promptly replied to them with her usual sass. As much as she was thinking about running away, she knew that if she did, the only thing she’d end up doing this evening would be wallowing in self-pity.
Charlie put down the phone on the counter and exhaled. She looked at herself in the mirror and tried to look past what she had come to expect in the reflection. Small tits, shoulders too large, callused hands. A scar on her shoulder from when she fell on the ice at the lake house as a child.
The same person stared back at her, but with swollen lips. God, Olive really did make a mess of her. She was horny as hell. Her body fought with her mind.
She’s only doing this out of pity,Charlie’s inner critic chimed in.
Charlie shook her head. That couldn’t be true, not for the way Olive looked at her. It was a look she was unused to, warm and accepting. Charlie looked back at her reflection and tried to hype herself up the way she knew Blake would.
“You are going to go out there and you are going to fuck that woman and you are going to have a good time,” Charlie whispered with the scowl she usually reserved for face offs.
She snorted at how ridiculous that was, but at least that helped her calm down.
This will be fine. I will have fun, and then we’ll never see each other again.
Resolved, Charlie exited the bathroom and placed her phone on the small table just outside it. She’d have no reason to check it until tomorrow morning, and she knew her body would wake her up as soon as the sun would rise—a quirk from childhood training that she could never escape, no matter where she was in the world.
