Page 47 of Her Patron
“I am, and I insist on giving you a thorough check-up, Ms. Kingsley.”
“Finally! You agree to a role-play!”
“Finally? You make it sound like you’ve been begging for one.”
“In my head, yeah. Only a matter of time before I get you to play doctor with me.”
“To think, I studied gynecology.”
“I expect a competent exam, Dr. Christie.”
Sette was going to give her one! Eventually. For now, she was content to make her wait. There were things she wanted to talk about, anyway.
Her work. June’s work. A trip to Mexico as soon as the papers of patronage were signed. That wasn’t happening for another week, at least. Monique and Miquela both continued to push the date back for one reason or another. Miquela had spent much of the last two weeks flying around Europe and staying out of contact. Poor Sette. She had to keep June happy and satisfied all by herself. Now she wanted to whisk her away to paradise.
It was everything she wanted: June and her love, her promises of devotion, and the ability to treat her like a real girlfriend, maybe more. Sette was happy to take things slowly. Not only for June’s sake, but for her own as well. The other woman didn’t matter, as long as she was good to June, too. After many, many conversations with Miquela Bolivar, Sette felt confident that thewoman understood what it meant to love June Kingsley and treat her as she deserved.
Of course, it meant not getting to see her whenever, but that was true in any relationship.
“You know,” she said, while watching June close her eyes and snooze against her, “I’ve never seen the Rec Room around here. I hear you have one of the biggest TVs ever.”
June opened her eyes. “It’s mostly for sports and porn.”
“What else would it be used for?”
“Video games. We’ve got a crazy collection of them.” June sat up. “You should see Grace and Chelsea playingMario Party. Things get ugly.”
“I don’t want to watch them. I’d rather watch you play DDR in this outfit.”
“We’ve got that too.”
“Then what the hell are we waiting for? I’ll kiss you every time your breasts break these fragile buttons.” Sette tugged on June’s blouse.
“You’re getting kinkier as the weeks go by.”
“I’ve always been this way. You’re just drawing it out of me.”
They both got off the bed and prepared to head to the Rec Room, assuming it wasn’t already busy. June assured her girlfriend (which was such a strange thing to be thought of now) that it was one of the slowest Sundays ever, and if anyone was in there, it was staff wasting time. On that note, did she know how to play billiards? She could put on a good show with a cue…
June locked her bedroom door behind her as soon as they were in the hallway. Hands entwined, they strolled at their own languid pace, and Sette didn’t think twice to say hello to Monique on her way to her chambers.
She looked at her again.
“Yes, good evening, Dr. Christie.” Her teeth were gritted and her stature tense. Monique assured them that it was the pressureon her back, and she was on her way to rest.“She’s going on maternity leave starting next week,”June had told her earlier.“Don’t you think it’s pretty late? She’s due sometime around now. I can’t remember when.”That was not good news. Sette may have retired from her practice, but it was difficult to forget years of training and experience. “I hope you’re enjoying your evening.” She continued down the hall.
“Come on,” June said a few seconds later, tugging on Sette’s hand. “Before it’s busy.”
They walked, although Sette’s mind was far away. “Did she look okay to you?”
June shrugged. “She’s been looking like that for a month now. I don’t know how she moves without dying. Why?”
“Uh…” Sette stopped in the middle of the hallway. “Because she’s in labor.”
June’s expression told her to never, ever joke about that again.
“I am 100% serious. I would bet my medical degree on your boss being in labor right at this second, whether she knows it or not. She should call someone.”
Mouth dropping, June turned on her heels and pulled Sette down the hall. When they reached Monique’s door, June pounded on it. Hard.
