Page 36 of Push & Pull
“I’m picking where we stay tomorrow night,” Simone said before leaving the bathroom. “It should be somewhere with better security and thicker walls. I don’t need the whole hotel hearing me go crazy.”
“You sure about that?” Petra called after her. “Because I wouldn’t mind everyone hearing what I do to you!”
She had meant that, too. Which was why she hurried through her nightly ritual of dental hygiene. The sooner she could get back out there, the better. She had a feeling Simone would be waiting for her.
Sure enough, she discovered a naked woman in the bed, propped up in anticipation of Petra’s arrival.Damnit, I’m overdressed.Eventually, Petra would have a reason to wear a T-shirt to bed, like she usually did when she didn’t have such interesting people on the road with her.Eventually, I’ll also forget what I do before and after stints like this.Like what awaited her in New York City when this trip was over.
Until then, she’d turn off the lights and climb beneath the covers with a woman who greeted her with, “I want you between my legs again. Show me what you can do with only your hips crushing mine.”
Not crashing.Crushing.
Oh, we’re taking this up a notch tomorrow.Petra couldn’t get her shirt off fast enough. Nor could she keep herself from that safe and warm place that she now called home.I’ve only kissed the tip of her iceberg.
Besides, grinding against her until they no longer had the strength to continue only held so much luster. It was almost more frustrating than holding herself back from touching the princess she had scaled the tower walls to discover waiting for her in bed.Naked!
There was only one way for this to end well enough for them to fall asleep so they could get up early in the morning. Petra had to straddle Simone’s leg and ride until she was the one screaming into the pillow.
Falling asleep had never been so easy. If only the dreams were easy, too.
PART 2
PUSH & PROD
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Chapter 14
“Idon’thavetotell you anything,” Simone insisted, as she finished up her makeup in the car visor mirror. “Drop me off at the lobby of the Capitol Hill Quarters.”
How hard was this for Petra to understand?It’s none of your business what I’m doing this morning.For all Petra knew, Simone had an important business deal to broker on behalf of her family’s company. Or maybe she was meeting someone who promised to change her life by marrying her.Yeah, right.All Petra needed to know was how to get to one of the ritziest brunch spots in the nation’s capital.
“You’re sure dressed up for a whole lotta nothing.” Petra followed her GPS onto the appropriate street. They may have been close to their destination, but Simone was worried she would be late.There’s fashionably late, and then there’s “You’re a fucking bitch, Simone” late.The women she was meeting with were mostly the latter. They were always on the final footing with her, and the feeling was often mutual.
Yet she had agreed to this brunch. As if there were something in it for her.
“This is how I usually dress when I’m meeting someone.” Simone referred to the black pantsuit and cream-colored camisole she wore beneath the jacket. It was the only clean outfit she had in her suitcase that wasn’t better suited for laying low in a mall or staving off attention in a bar.I would die if I showed up to my group in one of those other outfits.
Because this wasn’t a gathering of old gal pals in a semi-hip brunch spot, where mimosas came with a side of hoodies and marionberries from Oregon, the cool thing to slop onto some pancakes. This was the Capitol Hill Quarters restaurant, andthiswas a regional meeting for the old Zeta Nu sisters who had met, networked, and bonded several years before.Class of I’m Too Freakin’ Old Already.
Simone wouldn’t be the poorest one there, but she would be the fish out of water. She always was.
“I know it’s not my business, but…” Petra let out a low whistle when Simone finished her makeup. “Damn, girl. You clean up super nice.”
Simone glared at her, makeup palette slipping through her fingers and almost missing the opening in her bag. “What was wrong with how I looked yesterday?”
“Nooothing. You were a million dollars in that cute blue sweater of yours, but I’m not gonna pretend you’re anything short of an H&M model right now.”
H&M?Simone knew that wasn’t an insult, but shehopedshe didn’t look like an H&M model. Her sorority sisters would tear her apart for how she did her makeup and dressed as simply as someone heading out to a business lunch with her father.
“Elite,” Simone said.
Petra’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel. “Hm?”
Simone already regretted broaching this subject. “I’m going for Elite Modeling Agency. They have a certain style. Kinda like Ford.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
“The people I’m having brunch with do. One of them is actually a former Ford girl.”
