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Q could almost see scenarios running through his head. She wondered if they were similar to the ones running through her own. This idea made her damp enough that she might have to go home to change, even though she was wearing jeans. She swallowed. “Let me talk to Sabrina and we’ll go from there.”
He nodded, reaching out and tracing his index finger over her hand where it rested on the table beside her cup. Her lips parted as she absorbed the tickling sensation. He turned her hand over and traced designs on her palm and wrist. It was getting hard to keep her breathing even.
“Does she want to investigate the house some more?”
“Evil man,” she laughed breathlessly. “Using a poor, innocent girl’s pastimes against her. But yes, she’s been going on about wanting to have a séance at your house.”
“She has to know that if she comes over again, we’re probably going to do more dastardly things to her. She’s not that naive.”
“No, but she’s new to messing around with girls and she has no real knowledge of kink. She’s only had a couple of boyfriends, for that matter. We’ll have to be careful with her, if this is going to work.”
“That works for me. It’s a complicated situation, and I’ll need time to adjust, myself.”
She bit back a smile. “You need to adjust yourself? Need a hand with that?”
He chuckled and grinned wickedly, then leaned in. “Anytime.”
The challenge in his eyes made her gaze drop to her hands. He was not going to be an easy one to shock. That pleased her.
They rose and walked to the door. “Would Friday night work for the séance?”
“That gives me a few days to talk to her. The séance she’ll go for. As far as anything else is concerned, you might have to take my lead at first.”
He smiled down at her. “Okay, little brat. Just don’ t get used to being in charge.”
***
Sabrina handed Q a plate of stir-fry as she walked in the door. Q kicked off her shoes and followed her into the living room. “You’ve got this timing thing down to a science. Smells great!”
Her friend grinned and sat down on the other end of the couch after grabbing the remote. “At least I have you eating something other than popcorn for supper now.”
“Unfair! Sometimes I had cereal.” Q laughed.
“When you bothered eating at all,” Sabrina grumbled, flipping through the channel guide. Q had the chance to watch her for awhile. Boxers and a t-shirt with no bra. So very almost naked. The worst part was knowing that Sabrina would probably let Q strip her, but that she’d act like an innocent victim.
Sabrina arched her back, her nipples visible under her t-shirt. She knew Q was watching – the little tease. Q forced herself to eat, but it wasn’t food she was hungry for.
Soon Sabrina lost interest in their silent game and settled on watching a comedy movie she knew backward and forward. Every so often she would laugh and mumble a line of dialogue as they said it. She nibbled at her food, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Such tiny ears. Q sighed, wishing she could pull Sabrina into her lap and cuddle with her. She was a lost cause where this girl was concerned. They needed to talk.
“Guess who I ran into at lunch today?” She tried to keep her tone light.
Sabrina said the next line of the movie before the actor did then turned to Q, looking smug. “Who? Not Nico , I hope. He left a message for you to call him back. Why are you still talking to that jerk anyway?”
Second call from him in a week. Odd. “He just wants to be friends, Sabrina. It’s the polite, adult thing to do after a break-up.”
Sabrina rolled her eyes and put aside her plate. “Back in a sec.” She padded barefoot into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine and two water glasses. “We really need to get wine glasses at some point.”
“I hate wine.” Q made a face. “You don’t have to be fancy on my account.”
She scoffed then poured
Q could almost see scenarios running through his head. She wondered if they were similar to the ones running through her own. This idea made her damp enough that she might have to go home to change, even though she was wearing jeans. She swallowed. “Let me talk to Sabrina and we’ll go from there.”
He nodded, reaching out and tracing his index finger over her hand where it rested on the table beside her cup. Her lips parted as she absorbed the tickling sensation. He turned her hand over and traced designs on her palm and wrist. It was getting hard to keep her breathing even.
“Does she want to investigate the house some more?”
“Evil man,” she laughed breathlessly. “Using a poor, innocent girl’s pastimes against her. But yes, she’s been going on about wanting to have a séance at your house.”
“She has to know that if she comes over again, we’re probably going to do more dastardly things to her. She’s not that naive.”
“No, but she’s new to messing around with girls and she has no real knowledge of kink. She’s only had a couple of boyfriends, for that matter. We’ll have to be careful with her, if this is going to work.”
“That works for me. It’s a complicated situation, and I’ll need time to adjust, myself.”
She bit back a smile. “You need to adjust yourself? Need a hand with that?”
He chuckled and grinned wickedly, then leaned in. “Anytime.”
The challenge in his eyes made her gaze drop to her hands. He was not going to be an easy one to shock. That pleased her.
They rose and walked to the door. “Would Friday night work for the séance?”
“That gives me a few days to talk to her. The séance she’ll go for. As far as anything else is concerned, you might have to take my lead at first.”
He smiled down at her. “Okay, little brat. Just don’ t get used to being in charge.”
***
Sabrina handed Q a plate of stir-fry as she walked in the door. Q kicked off her shoes and followed her into the living room. “You’ve got this timing thing down to a science. Smells great!”
Her friend grinned and sat down on the other end of the couch after grabbing the remote. “At least I have you eating something other than popcorn for supper now.”
“Unfair! Sometimes I had cereal.” Q laughed.
“When you bothered eating at all,” Sabrina grumbled, flipping through the channel guide. Q had the chance to watch her for awhile. Boxers and a t-shirt with no bra. So very almost naked. The worst part was knowing that Sabrina would probably let Q strip her, but that she’d act like an innocent victim.
Sabrina arched her back, her nipples visible under her t-shirt. She knew Q was watching – the little tease. Q forced herself to eat, but it wasn’t food she was hungry for.
Soon Sabrina lost interest in their silent game and settled on watching a comedy movie she knew backward and forward. Every so often she would laugh and mumble a line of dialogue as they said it. She nibbled at her food, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Such tiny ears. Q sighed, wishing she could pull Sabrina into her lap and cuddle with her. She was a lost cause where this girl was concerned. They needed to talk.
“Guess who I ran into at lunch today?” She tried to keep her tone light.
Sabrina said the next line of the movie before the actor did then turned to Q, looking smug. “Who? Not Nico , I hope. He left a message for you to call him back. Why are you still talking to that jerk anyway?”
Second call from him in a week. Odd. “He just wants to be friends, Sabrina. It’s the polite, adult thing to do after a break-up.”
Sabrina rolled her eyes and put aside her plate. “Back in a sec.” She padded barefoot into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine and two water glasses. “We really need to get wine glasses at some point.”
“I hate wine.” Q made a face. “You don’t have to be fancy on my account.”
She scoffed then poured
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