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receptive place, knowing what pleasured because her fingers told her so and because her sensitive ear heard the rise and fall of Angel’s breath as a melody of need.
Faster now, faster because Angel was breathing more loudly, her hips moving more frantically. Like that, yes, but harder.
From touch to taste, to more exploration with fingers tangled in hair and shoulders bruised with kisses. Finally an exhausted completeness overwhelmed Rett and made her beg for a rest.
Angel settled beside her in the dark. Rett liked the smell of her skin. It was enough for a while to just breathe it in. She was going to fall asleep, she realized.
She managed to mumble, “How did you know it would be like this?”
She had to be asleep when Angel answered because what she thought she heard made no sense. “I’ve always known. You never did.”
4
Rett woke up alone. Brilliant sunlight was trying to creep past the closed motel curtains she’d slept late into the morning. Little wonder, she thought. All that exertion on top of some serious mental stress.
She wished Angel had woken her, though. It was Saturday, after all. They could have had breakfast, made plans to see each other again. Surely Angel would want to see her again.
Rett put her head on her knees, not wanting to look for a note in case there wasn’t one. She wasn’t that bad a judge of character. Angel hadn’t just been putting on a line. There was nothing smooth about her, not the way Trish was smooth.
But what if she had been an experiment? What if last night had just been Angel trying to escape her own code? They’d certainly escaped Rett’s. She buried her head in the pillows, wondering how pathetic it was to be going-on-forty and experiencing what could be her very first one-night stand.
She knew what Trish would say. What Trish would say no longer mattered to her. Hiding in bed in case there wasn’t a note was pretty pathetic, she decided.
There was a note. It wasn’t a one-night stand after all. In almost illegible script it read, “I had a Saturday Symposium I couldn’t miss. You were very asleep. Call me later.” At the bottom there was a scribble of such flair that it was probably her initials, but there was no telling where an A or anything else might begin or end.
Greatly relieved, she hummed “Isn’t She Lovely” as she showered and dressed. She went through the embarrassing process of asking if the bill needed to be settled. The clerk had a nasty smirk as he told her the “other party” had taken care of it. She would have to pay Angel back. She caught a cruising cab and headed for home.
As she turned out of the elevator toward her door she ran smack-dab into a fuming Trish.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“None the hell of your business,” Rett shot back. She felt the red flush start in her neck and spread upward.
“Still in last night’s clothes don’t tell me you finally figured out how to get fucked?”
From down the hall she heard a snicker and took note of two burly guys and Toothpick Legs all outside her door.
“You’re as tasteful as always,” Rett said. She was still reeling from last night’s delectable passion and unprepared for Trish’s brand of cruelty. “If you wanted your stuff a phone call would have helped. I could have been here then.”
“How was I to know you changed the locks? And I hardly expected you to be just getting home from last night.”
“I know that’s your usual style.” She brushed past Trish and headed for the door. “I put all your things in the spare room.”
Toothpick Legs favored her with a mock sympathetic glance. “I know this isn’t easy for you,” she said breathily.
“Watch how it’s done,” Rett said sweetly. “Because someday you’ll get to play my part.”
The men were strong and efficient and cleared the room in short order. There was a little ugliness over a wall hanging they had bought together. Reminding Trish that Rett had paid for all of
Faster now, faster because Angel was breathing more loudly, her hips moving more frantically. Like that, yes, but harder.
From touch to taste, to more exploration with fingers tangled in hair and shoulders bruised with kisses. Finally an exhausted completeness overwhelmed Rett and made her beg for a rest.
Angel settled beside her in the dark. Rett liked the smell of her skin. It was enough for a while to just breathe it in. She was going to fall asleep, she realized.
She managed to mumble, “How did you know it would be like this?”
She had to be asleep when Angel answered because what she thought she heard made no sense. “I’ve always known. You never did.”
4
Rett woke up alone. Brilliant sunlight was trying to creep past the closed motel curtains she’d slept late into the morning. Little wonder, she thought. All that exertion on top of some serious mental stress.
She wished Angel had woken her, though. It was Saturday, after all. They could have had breakfast, made plans to see each other again. Surely Angel would want to see her again.
Rett put her head on her knees, not wanting to look for a note in case there wasn’t one. She wasn’t that bad a judge of character. Angel hadn’t just been putting on a line. There was nothing smooth about her, not the way Trish was smooth.
But what if she had been an experiment? What if last night had just been Angel trying to escape her own code? They’d certainly escaped Rett’s. She buried her head in the pillows, wondering how pathetic it was to be going-on-forty and experiencing what could be her very first one-night stand.
She knew what Trish would say. What Trish would say no longer mattered to her. Hiding in bed in case there wasn’t a note was pretty pathetic, she decided.
There was a note. It wasn’t a one-night stand after all. In almost illegible script it read, “I had a Saturday Symposium I couldn’t miss. You were very asleep. Call me later.” At the bottom there was a scribble of such flair that it was probably her initials, but there was no telling where an A or anything else might begin or end.
Greatly relieved, she hummed “Isn’t She Lovely” as she showered and dressed. She went through the embarrassing process of asking if the bill needed to be settled. The clerk had a nasty smirk as he told her the “other party” had taken care of it. She would have to pay Angel back. She caught a cruising cab and headed for home.
As she turned out of the elevator toward her door she ran smack-dab into a fuming Trish.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“None the hell of your business,” Rett shot back. She felt the red flush start in her neck and spread upward.
“Still in last night’s clothes don’t tell me you finally figured out how to get fucked?”
From down the hall she heard a snicker and took note of two burly guys and Toothpick Legs all outside her door.
“You’re as tasteful as always,” Rett said. She was still reeling from last night’s delectable passion and unprepared for Trish’s brand of cruelty. “If you wanted your stuff a phone call would have helped. I could have been here then.”
“How was I to know you changed the locks? And I hardly expected you to be just getting home from last night.”
“I know that’s your usual style.” She brushed past Trish and headed for the door. “I put all your things in the spare room.”
Toothpick Legs favored her with a mock sympathetic glance. “I know this isn’t easy for you,” she said breathily.
“Watch how it’s done,” Rett said sweetly. “Because someday you’ll get to play my part.”
The men were strong and efficient and cleared the room in short order. There was a little ugliness over a wall hanging they had bought together. Reminding Trish that Rett had paid for all of
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