Page 3 of Push & Pull
As soon as the sun had fully set, the caterers were gone until the morning and the bartender strapped on his mental armor to deal with a party hosting some of the world’s most spoiled heirs and heiresses. Most of Hailey’s social circle were women, but she had recently been dating a guy from Stockholm who had his whole European circle that came and went with the wind. That coincidentally included the Marseille sisters, who showed up with their posh French accents and matching (but differently colored) off-the-shoulder dresses. They weren’t twins, with Yvonne being two years older than sister Daria, but they sure looked like it with strawberry-blond hair and lush, dewy skin.
Yvonne was always trouble since she was a full-blown addict who required constant supervision to not fall back into bad habits. Daria wasn’t much better.Oh, she knows her limits, unlike her sister.The trouble with Daria was that she was obsessed with Simone, going as far as seducing her off and on over the years only to run off with someone else the following week.
It didn’t help that she was gorgeous. Nor did it help that Simone was always a sucker for a pixie cut and a tomboy attitude when it was most required – dress or no dress.
“Look who it is.” That shiver-inducing accent crawled into Simone’s ear half an hour into the party. “My favorite American. How are you, Simone?”
The cherry red dress fluttered in Simone’s view before she caught the full view of Daria Marseille and her pouty lips. As the couch sank beneath her weight, Simone scooted closer to the corner and pretended she hadn’t been staring deep into a Frenchwoman’s cleavage. “Daria,” she muttered. “How are you? How’s France?”
“Oh, France is so dreadfully cold right now. Even Nice.” That dramatic declaration was so on the nose, Simone wondered if sober Daria had to mimic her fellow stereotypical French because she had forgotten how to be natural. “I love Miami. Even in February, it’s nice and warm.” She came closer to Simone, who was grateful for her dinner jacket and long pants – anything to put a barrier between herself and one of the biggest pieces of kryptonite at the party. “How are youuu,mon chéri?Still single? Please tell me it’s true.”
Her hand wrapped around Simone’s arm. “I am. For the best. I’m not dating at the moment. Anyone. I’m not dating anyone.” If she said it enough, Daria might believe her.
“It’s good news for me, yes?” Daria propped her elbow on the back of the white couch, her red dress a complementary stunner. “Entertain me tonight, Simone. Yvonne is no fun anymore. She takes things too extreme.”
“She’s your sister. Shouldn’t you help her?”
“You don’t have a sister, so you don’t understand, but there is only so much I can do.”
“I thought blood was thicker than water?”
“What is that? Oh!Lavoix du sang est la plus forte!Yes, it’s true, but I hate her now.”
She said it with such a laborious sigh that Simone couldn’t help but chuckle. “Lots of people are showing up. I’d rather keep it simple tonight.”
“You are no fun now. Like Yvonne. Only you went in different directions.”
Simone didn’t know how to take that. “Where’s your sister now?”
“She is with Hailey and some of Hans’s friends in the master bedroom. There is a hot tub. Yvonne lives in hot tubs to keep her mind distracted from things she cannot have.” Daria leaped up on her knees, her overbearing personality already swallowing Simone long before her body followed suit. “Like me! I need you, Simone! I have a mightylust!”
It would have been hilarious if Simone didn’t already have a headache.It’s only going to get worse.Especially since Daria was the louder of the two Marseille sisters. She also didn’t wear underwear, as Simone quickly discovered when Daria hopped up on her feet and granted the whole room a grand view of what was under her cherry red skirt.
“Oh,mon Dieu!” That cheeky phrase was accompanied by Daria holding down her skirt, although she did not step down from the couch cushions. Instead, she faced the person who had approached both her and Simone. “Forgive me. I do not know my own passion.”
Simone craned her head over her shoulder. Another woman sipped her cocktail from the open bar, eyes darting between Daria and the woman who would be devoured by French lust. “Oh, don’t mind me,” said a mischievous voice. “Feel free to carry on as you were. I figure if it’s happening in the living room, then it’s a free show.”
Simone snorted at the stranger’s bold joke.She’s not wrong.Depending on how people were feeling at one of Hailey’s parties, it would either be a coke circle or an orgy. Sometimes both, although that was rarer than Simone leaving one of these get-togethers with her wherewithal intact.
“You are fun, yes?” Daria leaned over the back of the couch. If Simone wanted, she could easily flip up that skirt and get a grand view of Daria’s ass.I’d say why not, but it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.Free show or not. “Who are you, darling? I am Daria Marseilles. Do you know me? Oh, I am a friend of Hailey’s, and this is my Simone.”
“Just Simone,” she interrupted, lest the stranger thought she was attached to the woman who could hardly keep her hands to herself. “Hi.”
A short neck swallowed some drink. “Pleasure. You can call me Petra.”
“Petra! Come join us. How do you know Hailey? Where are you from?”
Much to Simone’s claustrophobic relief, Petra did not join them on the couch. She did, however, come close enough for Simone to see the highlights of naturally brown hair cut above the ear and tapered at the back of Petra’s slender neck.She’s a shorty, all right.Barely five feet, if Simone were gauging correctly.At least she knows how to dress.Short women with shorter hair were a gamble, and this was coming from someone who was attracted to the basic package. But between Petra’s tailored black pants and the pinstripe vest adorning her flat chest, she had some experience in front of the mirror.
“Hailey’s an oooold friend of mine. From back when she lived in Chicago.” A slight accent came out when Petra said the city’s name. Although Petra didn’t answer where she was from, Simone pegged somewhere in the Midwest. Far, far away from her own stomping grounds in New England, and even farther from Florida. “I happened to be in town this weekend, so she invited me. Now, about you?” Petra turned on the charm as she moseyed over to Daria’s giggling frame. “Is that Paris I detect in your voice?”
“Ooh, so close.” Daria nearly slammed her ass into Simone’s lap as she valiantly flirted with the stranger. “My sister and I are from Nice. Do you know it? On the Mediterranean.”
“Oh, honey, trust me when I say I know the Mediterranean. My mother’s side is from Greece. I’ve spent many glorious summers basking my naked ass on the white sands of islands you’ve never heard of.”
Come the fuck on.Petra was halfway to bending down and pecking Daria right on the sweet lips.I don’t need to be here for this.Hey, Simone wasn’t against Petra stealing Daria’s attention for the rest of the night, but she could live without being their cranky plus-one.If they want a threesome, they can find someone else.Then again, Petra really wasn’t bad to look at…
“I looove Greece.” Daria’s butt wiggled back and forth as she pushed herself up toward Petra. “So many nice nude beaches in Greece. Like France, but so much cheaper.”
