Page 19 of Her Patron
“What? No way.” She had stopped laughing, but the ridiculousness of the situation was still not lost on her. “I’m sorry. Really. You don’t know… these past couple of days have been crazy, and then this woman comes in an hour ago… and, well, you see what the rest was.”
“Yes. You slept with her.”
More like she slept with me, but I won’t get into semantics.
“I sleep with people for a living, Sette. You’re far from the only one. You haven’t been the only one since I started seeing you.”
Sette didn’t answer. She didn’t have to, honestly.
“It doesn’t mean I think any less of you, or that I don’t respect you. It’s a job. Sometimes I enjoy it, sometimes it’s a job. Okay, so it’s my career… but all careers are built from jobs. I have my favorites, though. You are one of my favorites.”
“If you’re worried I no longer want to be your patron, you can put your mind at ease. Although I would appreciate not having to see you… like this…”
“What? I haven’t changed who I am. So someone slept with me! You do it all the time!” June snorted. She was on her hands and knees now, breasts dangling toward her bed and sloppy bun threatening to join them. “Do you know how many clients I’ve had to see after you’re done with me? What if I told you that one of them paid me extra to not clean up after you left? Lots of people get off on that, you know. They didn’t touch me. Just talked to me and had some drinks. But it gives people a fantasy. I dunno. I don’t delve into the thought process. I get paid.”
Sette dropped the pencil she held. It rolled on the carpet, but she did not bend to pick it up. “You’re lying.”
June shook her head. “Nope.”
“You are.”
“Hmm? You think that, huh?” June cocked her head, seeing straight through Sette’s bullshit. The woman was shifting in her seat. Her knuckles were curled, but her eyes said I know allabout that. Now, the way she looked at June was different. She was curious. Still mad, but curious. What was she thinking? What would it be like to be a woman like that?
June shivered. First Miquela, then Sette? What was her world coming to? If she concentrated hard enough, she could still feel that moment Miquela had been inside her not too long ago. She thought she felt in love and owned then? What would it happening a second time, with the other woman she had mixed feelings for, do to her? I should win some award for that. Do we have awards in this business? I will earn them all.
“I bet you’re a lot like that, Sette.” Her tone came from nowhere. Sweet. Seductive. Deadly. “I bet you love the idea of touching a woman right after she’s been with another. Guess what? I’m your girl, fulfilling your every fantasy. Including that one.”
Bless her, she was trying so hard to remain collected. “I thought you said I was a dominant woman? That sounds pretty second-tier to me.”
“Nah. Most people into that are totally dominant. It only gets submissive if it’s like… cuckolding.” June had done plenty of that, too. “The power comes from knowing that you’re the last one… that you’re the one I’m going to remember for the rest of the night. Some woman has already had me, but you’re the one with the last word. In every gangbang I’ve ever seen play out, the last one to go is far from beingsubmissive. They’re usually the ones holding out because they know they’re special and deserve the honor of going last.” She grinned. “I’m thinking of a woman, by the way.”
“How many gangbangs have you seen, exactly?”
“Don’t change the subject, Sette. Admit it. You’re thinking about it.”
“What am I thinking about?”
Nobody smirked more than June. “Asserting how dominant you are.” Miquela was one hell of a woman to be with… but June had to admit, thinking about Sette usurping all of that was hot. “You want this, don’t you?” She fell back, spreading her legs and letting Sette see how flushed she was. “I’ve barely warmed up. Now, all I need is a woman like you to finish me off.”
Her finger drew a long, lingering line up her slit. Sette’s eyes never left that finger, nor the way June’s tongue wrapped around it, tasting herself.
“I only have one question,” Sette said, hand clutching the tray of her easel.Careful. You’re going to break that thing.“The one who did that… who was it?”
June cackled, body rustling against her bed and hair finally jerking from its pins. “Who do you think it was? Read a tabloid sometime, Billionaire Baddie #2.”
Yeah, #2. What do you think about that?
Like a bull rampaging toward the color red, Sette shoved aside her easel and launched herself toward June.
She welcomed Sette with open arms and a guarded heart. Okay, even I have to admit that this is hot. Sette didn’t initially come off as a woman who would want to own everyone and everything in her view. That’s because she wasn’t. She was a discerning dominant. Instead of bulldozing and conquering, she chose her targets carefully and methodically. She had chosen June a long time ago. Perhaps as only a fling. Only as a way to invigorate the muse in her head.
Now it was personal.
Some other woman was elbowing her out. That was not acceptable. Something had to be done to make Sette #1 in June’s mind.
Or so she hoped. So she really, really hoped.
Come through for me. Show me what you’re really made of.
