“Good to know.” Miquela hadn’t known that detail. “I’m glad I could contribute to the rest of you feeling good around here as well.”
Something she said made the redhead bat her eyelashes like June had. This wasn’t flirtation. Suddenly, Miquela was nothing more than a target.Someone’s trying to snipe her coworker’s client.It was a good thing Miquela liked June so much.
“Do keep me in mind if you decide to mix things up in that lonely room of hers. We aren’t strangers to one another around here, if you know what I mean.”
“I think I follow.” If this woman hadn’t been so obnoxiously forward when Miquela was clearly with another woman in the house, then she might consider it. She enjoyed a good threesome as much as any other woman, but she had a feeling the dynamic between this lady and June would not be conducive to a good time. “I will be sure to keep you in mind. Thank you.”
She finally stepped away. “Have a good night, Ms. Bolivar. Hope to see you around.”
Miquela waited until she was long gone before stealing back into the Manoir and heading to June’s room. The shower was off, but she was still locked in the bathroom. Or maybe not locked, as she discovered when she tried the handle.
“Why, Ms. Bolivar,” June said, perched on her sink as she patted dry her legs and applied moisturizer. “You missed me already?”
“You have no idea.” Miquela kissed her temple before taking the bottle of moisturizer from her hands. “Allow me.”
June’s eyes widened as Miquela knelt on the bathroom floor and coated her soft leg with a healthy layer of moisturizer. Miquela wasn’t sure why she was compelled to do it. Maybe she wanted to be with her. Maybe she wanted to prove to herself that she enjoyed spending time with her, and only her. Whatever her reasons, Miquela felt no remorse in giving June this kind of attention, especially when June looked down at her and beamed with a bright, glowing smile.
I bet that other woman doesn’t do this for her.Miquela tickled her toes, massaged her foot, and kissed her knee as if that’s what anyone should do for their woman.Herwoman.
“I could get used to this,” June mused.
Miquela grunted, overtaken with the scent of body wash – and the natural scent between June’s legs. “You’re too clean. I don’t like it.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“You know what I’m going to do.”
June turned around, body bending across the sink while she pulled away her towel and showed Miquela what she lusted after. “Your worst, of course.”
Obviously. Her worst against the sink, because Miquela couldn’t wait to get her back in bed. Bed was for sleeping. Miquela wanted her now. June wanted her now. Might as wellget her fill before she went back to the city, where June couldn’t go without getting in big trouble.
When I’m her patron, I will take her everywhere.Miquela made that promise to both herself and June as she made love to that awaiting body. The sound that erupted from June’s throat completely knocked all reason from Miquela’s brain.
Chapter 3
June
June looked over the list once more, making sure she could successfully check everything off – minus Chelsea’s favorite line of Sephora mascara, which was sold out.Get it online, girl.
The car lurched around another sharp curve. June leaned against the window, struggling to see her own handwriting in the glaring sunlight of the late afternoon.
When Sette called the day before to reschedule their modeling appointment for the evening instead of the usual afternoon timing, June found herself with a lot of time to kill. The night before, she volunteered to borrow a car and go into town to pick up some much-needed supplies – and to get the hell out of Dodge for the first time in a month. The other girls who didn’t get out much were envious. Not just for her sudden freedom, but because they all had dreams of going shopping for this andthat. Hence, June was not surprised when they each came up at different intervals to hand her lists along with wads of cash.
So now June had multiple shopping bags from Sephora, Lush, Victoria’s Secret, Bath and Body Works, DeMonte’s Department Store, generic drugstores for one’s menstrual and prophylactic needs, and whatever other stores she could pick up the same old things at. The only strange request she had came from Chelsea. “I need a tote bag. I don’t care what kind you get, but it needs to be sturdy and preferably on the red end of the spectrum.”The best June could do was a beige bag with a hot pink bottom.
“We’re almost there, Miss,” the driver said, slowing down as they approached the road to the Manoir.
“Got it.” June held up her phone. Spotty reception out here on the highway, but she was still able to get a text from Grace.
“Did I tell you to get black or blue ink for those pens? Because I need black. You got black, right?”
The fuck she need pens for?June didn’t ask questions, but she still wondered. How could she not? Some of the idiosyncrasies around that place were too much.
The car eventually pulled up in front of the Manoir. Two maids descended from the front door and went to the trunk without a word. After the driver popped it open for them, the two young ladies began unloading shopping bags, sorting out what belonged to whom because June was a pro at color-coding with ribbons. Chelsea was red. Grace was blue. Holly was green, and Yvette was black. Anything not color-coded was left for June to collect on her own.
Strange, though, that no one was rushing out to greet her. Sunday nights were busy, and the mornings often saw Saturday night’s clients groggily making their way out, but the afternoons were a dead zone. If someone went into town and came back before the evening rush, bored girls were bound to come out and see what the word was.
So far, the only people June saw were staff. A Rolls-Royce was parked in the visitor parking area, and at first she thought it was Helen Warner’s, come to pick up her wife a day early. Except the coloring was all wrong.Must be another guest.
