Page 64 of Spicy Sapphic Christmas

Love?Bunny wanted to hiss at the woman, but it wasn’t her fault.

“No, thanks. I’m fine for now.” Bunny slid into the booth and swallowed down her frustration as she noticed Jo’s drink.

“So, what were your thoughts on the costumes?”

“I want them to be subtle.” Bunny enjoyed Jo’s direct approach. She had worried it would take fifteen minutes just to get her on target. “And I want them for just the last song.”

“You want me to tone down the gay?” Jo’s narrowed eyes shocked Bunny, and for a moment, she worried she misjudged who would be best to talk to about the costumes after all.

“This is a charity event for the Holbrook Foundation, not some gay pride event. And wearing those costumes, as intense as they currently are, for the last song is only going to take away from the actual charity.”

“Why haven’t you spoken to Piper and Bea about this?” Jo asked, sipping her drink as she held Bunny’s eyes.

Bunny had definitely misjudged Jo’s strength. She should have known better. How many times had Piper expressed frustration at people underestimating her because of her looks? And here she was doing the exact same thing to Jo.

But she couldn’t just roll over on this one.

“Could you please consider it?”

“I can consider it, but this is something everyone will have to agree on.”

“I know.” Bunny nodded. “But seeing as you’re the main designer, I thought checking with you first would be the right way to go about this.”

“The main designer?”

“Piper said you had most of the ideas already sorted before the two of you even began discussing it.” Bunny furrowed her brows.

Had Piper lied to her?

“Wow. I didn’t think she would have mentioned that, let alone credited me with so much. I just had a few ideas I sketched out.”

“Well, she seemed impressed by your involvement. And I figured you would be the best person to speak to Bea about it as well. We tend to clash a bit.” Bunny shrugged, relieved that Piper hadn’t lied, and inwardly smiling at the pink blush that scattered over Jo’s nose and cheeks.

“Ah, yeah, you do.” Jo pinned Bunny with a look. “Just what is that all about?”

“Nothing,” Bunny muttered sharply. Now she really wished she’d had a drink so she could distract herself with it. “But I thought it’d be best coming from you.”

“You’re not scared of Bea, are you?” Jo playfully waggled her eyebrows.

Bunny snorted. “Absolutely not.”

Except she was.

Or more to the point, she was scared of herself when Bea was around.

“Talk to her for me, will you?”

“You said this was a negotiation. What do I get out of it?”

Bunny pursed her lips as she thought. She’d hoped to slip right by that one and not come back to it. Again, she’d underestimated Jo in ways she really shouldn’t have.

“I’ll change the lyrics toBaby, It’s Cold Outsideto be queer inclusive.”

Jo’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

It wasn’t what Jo had wanted, Bunny was sure. But she was betting that Bea wanted it enough that Jo would agree. Because that’s what sisters and business partners did, wasn’t it? Bunny held her breath, waiting for Jo’s answer.

“Yes.”

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