Sette didn’t have a type. She enjoyed looking at beautiful women, even fantasizing about them… and definitely sleeping with them. But when pressed by friends and even her parents to pick a type she would want to pursue, she could never answer. Sometimes, she lusted after a blonde. Other times, a brunette. A curvy girl with beautiful skin. A thin girl with barely-there breasts. The only thing she could safely say was that shewas more into her fellow femmes than boyish babes like Zara. Personality had always mattered more to Sette, but when it came to on-the-spot attraction, she was at a loss for words.
Until now.
If someone asked her what kind of woman she wanted to run up and conquer?Her. Whoever she was. A goddess, for all she knew.
“Hey, Sette.”
She turned away, catching Zara’s grin a few feet before her. “Huh?”
Monique repeated herself. “I’m afraid I must retire for a while, Dr. Christie. The fatigue is too great right now.” She put a hand on her stomach. “I hope you understand.”
“If anyone understands pregnant women, it’s our friendly neighborhood obstetrician.”
The others ignored her. “I will fetch someone for you to finish the tour with. She seems currently available.” Monique sauntered by, opening the glass balcony door and throwing her voice into the wind. “June! Would you mind finishing this tour for me, please? I need to rest.”
Sette’s heart palpitated watching that beauty swing both legs over the lounge chair and sit up. Her glasses popped up on her head. Keen eyes caught a delightful shade of hazel from far away.
“Ladies,” Monique said, gesturing to the tall woman gliding across the balcony and into the hallway, “this is June. She is one of our best, and will stage a hostile takeover one day.”
“Please.” The woman twiddled her fingers, sizing them up.Okay, sizing Zara up. Her eyes were instantly drawn to her, which wasn’t unusual. While Sette was fine to look at, Zara exuded that extrovert’s charisma that made everyone in the room flock to her first. Sette was more likely to write it in a letter and hope her intended got the message within a week. If she didn’t? No skin off her back. There were other opportunities.
Except for maybe this woman. The fact that she shook Zara’s hand first and gave her the biggest smile sent an unfamiliar sensation through Sette.
Jealousy. Bitter, wild jealousy.
“Sette Christie.” She was prompted to introduce herself while the others stared at her, waiting. “Pleasure to meet you, Ms. June.”June. There was a strong, traditional name that one didn’t hear much anymore. Let alone on a beautiful woman as young as June. Twenty-five? Thirty? Her age was as elusive as the length of Monique’s pregnancy. She looked young at first glance, but there was knowledge in those eyes.Thirty. I will bet thirty. A grand age. Sette always preferred women closer to her age than much younger or older.
“Don’t be so humble!” Zara clapped her on the back. “Our girl Sette here is a doctor! One of the best you could ever know!”
“That so?” Her voice was sweet, if not played up for her job.
“I’m retired. I’m an artist now.”
“Oh?” both June and Monique said. “That’s lovely.” They exchanged a look. Was that good or bad?
Monique took her leave. Sette’s throat went dry now that she was alone with June. With Zara in tow. Who gave a fuck about that weirdo?
“Come with me, ladies.” June looped her arms around theirs. Electricity shot through Sette. Right to her damned nipples.Behave yourselves!What were they doing? They never sprang into action like this around most women. But June wasn’t like most women, was she?
Sette’s mind was too cloudy as June finished the tour on the second floor of the Manoir. She gestured to her room, but Sette refused to acknowledge it. That would only make her think of sex. Sex with June. A woman who had sex for a living.
“Let me introduce you to one of my friends,” June said, flagging down another young woman emerging from a bedroom.“This is Grace. She’s been here almost as long as I have.” Grace was pretty. Okay, beautiful, but Sette’s ability to give a shit about a brunette who immediately chatted Zara up was negligible. If anything, her presence made her happy because it distracted Zara, who always preferred a pretty brunette to a hot blonde. At least that woman had a definite type.
The tone of the tour changed quickly after that. Grace was working, not amusing herself. From the moment Zara smiled back at her, Grace was rubbing her arm, giggling, and prompting her with questions like what she did for a living andOh My God, is it great being an artist?Her complete disregard for Sette was both welcomed and obnoxious. On one hand, she wasn’t interested in her, and on the other… it meant June’s full attention.
“So, Dr. Christie,” she said, leaning against a Grecian column and crossing her arms. “What kind of things are you interested in?”
“Please. Sette.”
“Sette… is that short for something?”
“Not in my case.” Sette averted her eyes from June’s bulging cleavage. There was nothing garish or vulgar about it. June’s breasts fit her frame perfectly. They fit her bust perfectly. Sette always tried to see breasts objectively, which had been a requirement for her previous profession. They were body parts. They were sensitive, especially on a pregnant woman, but their primary function was to feed infants, and that’s what Dr. Christie had to concern herself with for many years.
Sette, on the other hand? Sette liked tits. Tits were good. She could stick her face in them, and that was always fun.
I am embarrassing.
“So… what are you interested in? You haven’t answered that yet.”
