Page 11 of Her Patron
“I don’t think your friend will guess thatmiramos a Cuenca.”
Sette stopped at the top of the ramp under the guise of gathering her balance in her heels. Miquela walked ahead with her hands in her pockets.What the hell does that mean?They looked toward Cuenca?I swear to God, if that’s a sex euphemism…
It almost certainly was, based on the way Miquela grinned at her from over the shoulder.
It’s too early for this.
Miquela was already talking to Zara by the time Sette shuffled up to thePriss & Moan.After Zara got done asking why the hellSette was dressed for dinner in a fancy restaurant, she lowered the ladder and invited both up. She showed no sign of realizing they had arrived together and instead treated it as a happy coincidence.
“Ah,bonjour,ladies!” Miquela hesitated at the top of the ladder, giving Sette a great view of the ass she had spanked a few times for good measure.Too early for this.“I’m crashing a party, yes?”
She’s using that stupid accent!The one she had used on Sette in the café! And French! Really?Go back to speaking Castilian! I understand most of it!Well, notlooking toward Cuenca,but what the fuck ever.
“Why the hell are you wearing heels at the marina?” Zara called down above other female voices as Sette struggled to get up onto the deck. “Where the hell did you… oh, my God. You got laid last night.”
Sette almost toppled onto the deck when she arrived. “Shut up.”
“Whew.” Zara helped her with a steady hand. “Who was the lucky woman? Damnit, and I invited the girls again because I’m thinking of going steady with Tanya for a while. Toya could use a girlfriend.”
Miquela was already flirting with the two young women who weren’t twins but could have been. “I think she’s beaten me to it.”
Zara shrugged. “She’s got rizz, yo.”
“A what, now?”
Zara waved toward the takeout that she had delivered, including more beer leftover from the other day. Sette wasn’t hungry, but she could definitely use a beer. After all, despite her having no desire to go out with Miquela again anytime soon, there wassomethingabout watching the woman you just rolledin the hay with immediately start flirting with other people. Sette couldn’t relate. To Miquela’s position, anyway.
To most around there, three rich women standing around drinking craft brew on a ten-million-dollar yacht and talking about the beautiful women of the city was completely normal. Sette did not often partake in these sorts of get-togethers, organic or planned. Whether it was a lack of company (her preference) or no drive to have “girl talk,” Sette had eschewed most of this kind of socialization. Today, however, she found the company worthy of her time, if only because Miquela was more her, less Zara.
That and having a good love life for the first time in a long time made her more open to such discussions, too.
“Found yourself a new Mrs. America yet?” Zara asked after polishing off her beer. “There are a lot of prime candidates around here. You’ve got your old money daughters and widows and divorcees… if you like cougars.”
“Don’t do that to her.” Sette laughed. “Although she seems the type to take care of herself.”
“Or, you know,” Zara continued, “you can find yourself a lovely little lady who is all ass and sass. Those are fun.” Her grin was so dumb that Sette couldn’t help but keep laughing.
“I’ve found a woman worth dating,” Miquela said, while also accepting a second beer. “I think I might even be in love. I just got back from a trip to Monaco with her a few days ago.”
“Whoa, that was fast. I was only half serious.” Zara handed her another bottle and offered Sette another as well. She declined. “That’s faster than Sette here. We’ve been trying to get her hitched for a decade now.”
Sette rolled her eyes. “Some things take time. I’d rather wait and find the perfect woman than waste my time chasing terrible ones. Unlike you.” She refused eye contact with Miquela whenshe said that. She didn’t want her to get the wrong idea about their date.
“I’m not looking to settle down anytime soon,” Zara said. “Not like our new friend here. Already falling in love and shit!”
“Sometimes you have to move halfway across the world to find the right woman.”
“Or you can stay in your own neighborhood.”
Both women exchanged a leveled gaze.
What’s this all about?
For some reason, a little warning bell went off in Sette’s head.
“Yahoo! Zara!”
That feminine trill could’ve only been Toya or Tanya or whoever the hell she was. Zara rushed to the other side of the boat and doted on the pair of women clacking in pumps and grinning through fake tans and department store sunglasses. Their bulbous fake tits were so frozen to their chests that not even seeing them bulge from black tube tops could make Sette do anything but shake her head. Miquela also did not look thoroughly impressed.At least she has taste.Unlike this one. Sette couldn’t wait to hear more stories later.
