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two glasses anyway. “You will not be drinking whiskey with my stir-fry, young lady. Now be good and drink your wine.”
After taking a sip, Q wrinkled her nose. The wine was sour and made her tongue feel funny. She chugged the whole glass and banged it on the coffee table, hoping she’d done her duty. To her bemusement, Sabrina refilled it. By the time they were done eating, Q had a mild buzz going.
“Oh, I forgot. Who did you see?” Sabrina asked.
“I saw Jude. We had coffee together.” Q watched Sabrina’s face in profile. Her mouth tightened for a fraction of a second, but then she smiled, turning to look at Q.
“That’s good! I like him. You should totally date him.”
The words hurt. She knew Sabrina didn’t love her back, but she wished she’d be less eager to pawn her off sometimes. It was like Sabrina didn’t care if she dated other people. But then, why would she? That made her heart sink. Q tossed back the rest of her wine. Best if it got past her tongue as quickly as possible.
Sabrina poured her another glass. Q stared at her incredulously. “You think I should have a third? These hold more than wine glasses, you know.” She tapped the side of the tumbler with her fingernail. “You trying to get me drunk?”
“Maybe. Maybe I’ll get you drunk and have my way with you.” The words were glib, but there was an edge to them.
If only there was some way to get inside the girl’s head. When Sabrina finished her third glass of wine, Q shut off the TV.
Sabrina’s gaze snapped to her. “Hey! I was watching that!”
“You can recite it to yourself later, beautiful. We need to talk.” This discussion was her idea, but it didn’t mean that the butterflies in her chest would settle – although the wine was making her braver. “Come here.”
Sabrina pouted. “I don’t want to.”
“Come here, little girl,” Q commanded.
Her friend smiled a little and slid closer on the couch, stopping just out of reach. Brat.
“I said here, not there.” Her tone was stern.
Sabrina bit her lip and complied.
Q got the impression she was amused. “Playing games with me is funny, is it?” She put her arm around Sabrina’s waist and pulled her into the crook of her arm, then swatted her on a bare thigh.
“ Ow !” Sabrina whined, rubbing her leg. “You could have talked to me when I was over there. Now you’re going to do naughty things to me and I won’t be able to concentrate on what you’re saying.”
“You wish, woman. We’re just going to talk right now. If you want more later, you’ll have to ask nice.” The idea of Sabrina actually asking her to do things made her insides clench. She wasn’t going to hold her breath though. Sabrina liked to pretend she was innocent in this whole thing, even though they both knew otherwise.
Sabrina predictably changed the subject. “So what did Jude say? Does he want to do you, or what?”
“He wants to do both of us, actually.”
Sabrina pulled back. “That cocky bastard! He didn’t really say that, did he? You can have him! He’s too full of himself for me.”
“Actually,” Q whispered mischievously, “it was my idea.”
“What! That’s crazy. Why would you suggest that?” Sabrina looked completely mystified – and maybe intrigued.
The hint of curiosity was gone as fast as Q c ould blink. Did she imagine it?
“It would just be for the summer. Think about it. Freaky, uninhibited sex with no strings attached. With a hot guy. And me.” She took a deep breath and plunged on. “If you don’t like it we’ll stop. No questions asked. And if you want to try on a temporary basis, we’ll just make it until the end of the summer. Think of it as an experiment.” Q held her breath, her heart beating hard. Though she tried to act calm, her world seemed to hang on this moment.
The way Sabrina sat staring in an unfocused way made Q realize she’d made a mess of it. Ugh! She should’ve prepared her for this more, somehow. If she’d
After taking a sip, Q wrinkled her nose. The wine was sour and made her tongue feel funny. She chugged the whole glass and banged it on the coffee table, hoping she’d done her duty. To her bemusement, Sabrina refilled it. By the time they were done eating, Q had a mild buzz going.
“Oh, I forgot. Who did you see?” Sabrina asked.
“I saw Jude. We had coffee together.” Q watched Sabrina’s face in profile. Her mouth tightened for a fraction of a second, but then she smiled, turning to look at Q.
“That’s good! I like him. You should totally date him.”
The words hurt. She knew Sabrina didn’t love her back, but she wished she’d be less eager to pawn her off sometimes. It was like Sabrina didn’t care if she dated other people. But then, why would she? That made her heart sink. Q tossed back the rest of her wine. Best if it got past her tongue as quickly as possible.
Sabrina poured her another glass. Q stared at her incredulously. “You think I should have a third? These hold more than wine glasses, you know.” She tapped the side of the tumbler with her fingernail. “You trying to get me drunk?”
“Maybe. Maybe I’ll get you drunk and have my way with you.” The words were glib, but there was an edge to them.
If only there was some way to get inside the girl’s head. When Sabrina finished her third glass of wine, Q shut off the TV.
Sabrina’s gaze snapped to her. “Hey! I was watching that!”
“You can recite it to yourself later, beautiful. We need to talk.” This discussion was her idea, but it didn’t mean that the butterflies in her chest would settle – although the wine was making her braver. “Come here.”
Sabrina pouted. “I don’t want to.”
“Come here, little girl,” Q commanded.
Her friend smiled a little and slid closer on the couch, stopping just out of reach. Brat.
“I said here, not there.” Her tone was stern.
Sabrina bit her lip and complied.
Q got the impression she was amused. “Playing games with me is funny, is it?” She put her arm around Sabrina’s waist and pulled her into the crook of her arm, then swatted her on a bare thigh.
“ Ow !” Sabrina whined, rubbing her leg. “You could have talked to me when I was over there. Now you’re going to do naughty things to me and I won’t be able to concentrate on what you’re saying.”
“You wish, woman. We’re just going to talk right now. If you want more later, you’ll have to ask nice.” The idea of Sabrina actually asking her to do things made her insides clench. She wasn’t going to hold her breath though. Sabrina liked to pretend she was innocent in this whole thing, even though they both knew otherwise.
Sabrina predictably changed the subject. “So what did Jude say? Does he want to do you, or what?”
“He wants to do both of us, actually.”
Sabrina pulled back. “That cocky bastard! He didn’t really say that, did he? You can have him! He’s too full of himself for me.”
“Actually,” Q whispered mischievously, “it was my idea.”
“What! That’s crazy. Why would you suggest that?” Sabrina looked completely mystified – and maybe intrigued.
The hint of curiosity was gone as fast as Q c ould blink. Did she imagine it?
“It would just be for the summer. Think about it. Freaky, uninhibited sex with no strings attached. With a hot guy. And me.” She took a deep breath and plunged on. “If you don’t like it we’ll stop. No questions asked. And if you want to try on a temporary basis, we’ll just make it until the end of the summer. Think of it as an experiment.” Q held her breath, her heart beating hard. Though she tried to act calm, her world seemed to hang on this moment.
The way Sabrina sat staring in an unfocused way made Q realize she’d made a mess of it. Ugh! She should’ve prepared her for this more, somehow. If she’d
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