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Amelie liked a challenge. She flickered a wicked smile at me. “Because you’re here, Cara. Because you came over when I looked at you. You don’t do that very often, do you?”
“And you’re the expert on the subject?”
“I’ve been there. So used to watching my reputation, looking to the long term… being good. But it turned out, I liked to explore, too. Even if I didn’t know how.”
A hot flush ran through my face, down my neck. A sense of being laid bare, of Amelie seeing everything I was all of a sudden—everything except for my actual name—I liked it at the same time that I was terrified of it. “You seem to have worked it out okay for yourself.”
“Mm. It’s a work in progress, you know.” She placed a fingertip, gently, on my bare shoulder, sending an electric pulse down my spine. Slowly, gauging my reaction, hunger in her eyes, she trailed it slowly down my arm, the touch of her skin on mine like fire the whole way down. “Aren’t we all?” she said.
“You could have fooled me…” I watched as she trailed down to my wrist, and then slowly, back up—challenging me to pull away. I wouldn’t dream of it. Not at this point. “You seem like a natural.”
She laughed. “I just have a bit more experience at this point than I imagine you do, Cara.”
My body hummed with a sort of alertness, aliveness, that I wasn’t accustomed to as she danced her finger up to my shoulder and then across my collar, a flirtatious touch roaming over my body. “How do you know that?” I said, my voice strained against the way my breath was getting shorter. “I could have plenty of experience.”
“Oh, don’t try it, Cara,” she laughed, eyes twinkling. “You have good girl written all over you. But what’s the cliché? Making good girls go bad for a weekend?”
I bit my lip. “There’s not long left in the weekend, is there?”
“Hm. An astute observation.” She pouted a little, pretending to mull it over, before she fluttered her eyelashes at me and, with that impish smile, she ran her fingers down my front—between my breasts and along my waist, pausing around my navel, and I unconsciously arched into it, letting out a soft, pitiful noise. I’d never gone half as quickly into needing someone. I’d… I’d always been the one guiding people into wanting something. Always been the one taking the controls on how someone felt. Letting someone else take the wheel and drive me to want her was such a mind-numbing pleasure, I couldn’t pick my thoughts out from each other. Her voice was suddenly the only sound in the club, murmuring low. “I guess we don’t have much time to waste, then, do we?”
“Mm… I’m sure it’s easy for you. With a face like that, you could probably corrupt anyone.”
“Corrupt,” she laughed. “What a heavy little word. Maybe liberate? Isn’t it so exhausting having to be good all the time, do things right… consider how people are going to see you?”
She could have said anything and I’d agree. I nodded. “Exhausting… yeah.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Cara. I’m the same way. It’s not like I’m here all the time. I have my own well-behaved life outside of this club. And I thought when I saw you that you could be exactly the kind of girl to liberate me…”
“Oh, yeah?” I bit my lip without meaning to when she danced her fingertips along my waist, over to my side, resting on my hip. “Me with my tame drink, adventuring just to come in here?”
“You exactly. I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you came in here, wandering eyes trying to make sense of the landscape, find out what it meant for you that you were here… and with your cute little pink drink, I couldn’t resist. Telling the man off saying you were gay?” She laughed, a husky, murky sound in my ear. “I’d never felt so lucky in my life.”
I laughed breathlessly. I’d never been described as good luck to have around before. “Please. You’re good at this. I’m sure you’ve seduced plenty of girls.” I gave her a challenging smile, the kind I knew she liked, and it was too rewarding seeing her eyes light up. “I happen to think it’s… very attractive how upfront you are. So there’s no need to lie and pretend I’m special.”
She licked her lips, tilting her head down just a fraction. I could see the way her chest tightened, her neck slimming. The excitement of it all lighting her up. It was so damn exhilarating knowing how to do that to her. “Frankly, you are special,” she whispered, inching closer to me, close enough I could make out the faint gold glitter eyeshadow she’d dabbed in the centers of her eyelids, the little halos of sea green on the inner ring of her irises. “Those eyes of yours…”
“Oh, pretty eyes?” I laughed. “That’s the route you’re trying? I know you can do better, Amelie.”
“You do have beautiful eyes, but it’s not that. Your eyes see things other people don’t. You look at a person and you see things nobody else does. And when you look at me, I feel like I’m naked in front of you. And it’s damn exciting.”
My good sense got away from me. I swiped my tongue over my lower lip, my heart hammering. “We’re already escalating to seeing you naked?”
“Don’t tempt me too much yet, Cara. I don’t want to rush. I want you to spend some time thinking about it first.”
Whew. That one did me in. The openness of the declaration—think about me naked—and the way that hunger in her eyes was genuinely drinking me in, I felt a tingling sensation spreading through my body, flooding out from where her fingers still rested on my hip. “And how long have you been thinking about it?” I said, and she bit her lip.
“From the moment you locked eyes with me.”
I’m going to have sex with a woman I just met. It was a heated sensation pressing into my awareness, blotting out all my other thoughts, but I couldn’t deny it. There was no way I was saying no—not to those eyes, those lips, and that way she took me apart in just a few words. But—
But it was that precise moment that something in her bag buzzed, and she paled, a look of panic flashing over her eyes. She pulled back, taking her hand off my hip, and I felt the loss keenly—instantly wanting her back. She slipped her phone from her bag, and a vaguely queasy look flared over her expression.
I fought back the bitterness in my chest. This was a good thing. A relief. If we didn’t go too far, Amelie and I could… sort things out and pretend this didn’t happen. Maybe. But I desperately wanted her hand back on me anyway. Wanted that husky whisper in my ear again.
“Good girl life is calling you?” I said, trying to sound casual.
But she regained her composure, and she slipped the phone back in her bag, turning to me with the most loaded look I’d seen in my life—churning with desire, taking in every bit of me as much as she could. And then just when I’d been trying to pull myself out of these feelings, she cupped my jaw, and I was headfirst back in them, my head spinning as the feeling of her touch consumed my awareness.
