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her teeth there, but she returned to Kat. As they got ready for bed, Bonita was reminded of the hundreds of times they had done this together. God, how had she lived without her best friend for three years? The history they shared was precious.
Kat dropped a soft kiss on the back of her shoulder before she left the bathroom, an absentminded gesture of affection that stole her breath. Desire roared through her, but it wasn’t the least bit sexual. Bonita wanted it to be like this every night: the two of them, together, doing normal, boring, everyday things.
Impossible.
When she went back to Norton, Kat would have other lovers, and so would she. Kat would go back to maintaining her image by dating sought-after Hollywood bachelors, and Bonita would…what? She’d lost her release valve. No one at Johnny’s club would be able to satisfy her after she’d been topped by Kat.
“Beauty?” Kat’s voice was sleepy but still demanding, making Bonita smile even though her eyes stung with tears. She loved that bossy streak.
Bonita hadn’t tried reiki or Kabbalah yet. Maybe studying Buddhism would help. A tear slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it away, shaking her head as the words to the song “We’ve Got Tonight” played through her mind.
She took a deep breath. Damn straight they did. And tomorrow…and then she’d go. Her resolve firmed as she remembered how many times Kat had pretended to be a world-famous movie star when they were kids. Her dream had come true, and Bonita was happy for her. She left the bathroom and crawled into Kat’s gigantic bed. As soon as she hit the mattress, Kat wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, mumbling, “I can’t wait for you to see Proprietors , darling. This is the one—I just know it. The movie that will make me untouchable, a superstar, just like we always wanted…”
Another tear rolled down Bonita’s cheek, and she held her breath to stifle a sob. As long as no one knew, they could be together once in a while, and that would be enough. But as emptiness yawned inside her, chasing sleep away, she knew better.
Chapter Five
Kat woke alone to sun streaming in the window. It was almost noon. She stretched and slid out of bed, eager to find Bonita. She couldn’t wait to kiss her good morning, look into her eyes and see a reflection of honest emotion. Something real. For the first time in a long time, Kat felt real, too.
She found Bonita sitting in the kitchen with a half-empty coffee cup and a table full of magazines and newspapers spread out in front of her. She jumped when Kat touched her shoulder. Since Bonita didn’t raise her face for a kiss, Kat kissed the top of her head, catching sight of a photo of them in the LA Times on the table.
“We knew that was coming.”
“But what about all this?” Bonita made a gesture that encompassed the rest of the magazines, all supermarket checkout tabloids.
“I always ignore those. Where did you get them?”
“Herb left them at the gate, and the guard brought them up. You can’t afford to ignore them this time, Kitty Kat.”
Bonita thrust one into her hand.
Kat blinked, uncomprehending. The dark-haired woman in the picture was caressing the jaw of a well-known playboy, and the caption read, “Who Tamed the Kat?” Bonita handed her another magazine. The same woman was lying on the beach with a hat covering her face and a male hand sneaking under the string of her bikini. “All in a Day’s Work for Kat St. James?” Another magazine—this one showed the couple locked in a kiss in front of a hotel where the sign flashed yesterday’s date and time. “Time to Get a Room, Kat!” The last in the series showed her ducking into a jewelry store, hand in hand with the same playboy, a man she had never met. “Wedding Bells for Kat St. James?”
“What the hell?” A dozen scenarios flashed through her mind. “That’s not me, Bonita.”
“I know.” Bonita’s voice was perfectly calm, but it made
Kat dropped a soft kiss on the back of her shoulder before she left the bathroom, an absentminded gesture of affection that stole her breath. Desire roared through her, but it wasn’t the least bit sexual. Bonita wanted it to be like this every night: the two of them, together, doing normal, boring, everyday things.
Impossible.
When she went back to Norton, Kat would have other lovers, and so would she. Kat would go back to maintaining her image by dating sought-after Hollywood bachelors, and Bonita would…what? She’d lost her release valve. No one at Johnny’s club would be able to satisfy her after she’d been topped by Kat.
“Beauty?” Kat’s voice was sleepy but still demanding, making Bonita smile even though her eyes stung with tears. She loved that bossy streak.
Bonita hadn’t tried reiki or Kabbalah yet. Maybe studying Buddhism would help. A tear slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it away, shaking her head as the words to the song “We’ve Got Tonight” played through her mind.
She took a deep breath. Damn straight they did. And tomorrow…and then she’d go. Her resolve firmed as she remembered how many times Kat had pretended to be a world-famous movie star when they were kids. Her dream had come true, and Bonita was happy for her. She left the bathroom and crawled into Kat’s gigantic bed. As soon as she hit the mattress, Kat wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, mumbling, “I can’t wait for you to see Proprietors , darling. This is the one—I just know it. The movie that will make me untouchable, a superstar, just like we always wanted…”
Another tear rolled down Bonita’s cheek, and she held her breath to stifle a sob. As long as no one knew, they could be together once in a while, and that would be enough. But as emptiness yawned inside her, chasing sleep away, she knew better.
Chapter Five
Kat woke alone to sun streaming in the window. It was almost noon. She stretched and slid out of bed, eager to find Bonita. She couldn’t wait to kiss her good morning, look into her eyes and see a reflection of honest emotion. Something real. For the first time in a long time, Kat felt real, too.
She found Bonita sitting in the kitchen with a half-empty coffee cup and a table full of magazines and newspapers spread out in front of her. She jumped when Kat touched her shoulder. Since Bonita didn’t raise her face for a kiss, Kat kissed the top of her head, catching sight of a photo of them in the LA Times on the table.
“We knew that was coming.”
“But what about all this?” Bonita made a gesture that encompassed the rest of the magazines, all supermarket checkout tabloids.
“I always ignore those. Where did you get them?”
“Herb left them at the gate, and the guard brought them up. You can’t afford to ignore them this time, Kitty Kat.”
Bonita thrust one into her hand.
Kat blinked, uncomprehending. The dark-haired woman in the picture was caressing the jaw of a well-known playboy, and the caption read, “Who Tamed the Kat?” Bonita handed her another magazine. The same woman was lying on the beach with a hat covering her face and a male hand sneaking under the string of her bikini. “All in a Day’s Work for Kat St. James?” Another magazine—this one showed the couple locked in a kiss in front of a hotel where the sign flashed yesterday’s date and time. “Time to Get a Room, Kat!” The last in the series showed her ducking into a jewelry store, hand in hand with the same playboy, a man she had never met. “Wedding Bells for Kat St. James?”
“What the hell?” A dozen scenarios flashed through her mind. “That’s not me, Bonita.”
“I know.” Bonita’s voice was perfectly calm, but it made
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