Page 11 of Stay Here Tonight
“How long have you been working there?”
Lydia glanced up and bit her lip. Dang. Adorable. “Two years?”
“Do you know Francis well?”
“Notthatwell.”
“I see.” Maxine placed her empty scotch glass back on the bar. Next time Agnes came through here, she’d pick up the dirty dishes and haul them down to the kitchen. “She’s an old and dear friend of mine. I imagine she’s a great person to work beneath.”
“I have no complaints.”
“Oh, everyone has complaints. About everything.” This should be interesting. “If you could complain about even the tiniest thing regarding your job, what would it be?”
Lydia was on the verge of uttering a scandalous gasp. “I… I have no idea.”
“Think carefully. You have my word I’ll never tell Francis… that you said it. Perhaps I could suggest about how she runs things, however. That’s actually a hobby of mine.” Maxine turned back around. “Not enough pay? Not enough hours? Or maybe someone keeps stealing your sandwich from the break room refrigerator.”
Ah, a smile. Lydia had a pretty smile.Most of them do.They usually weren’t smiling when Maxine threw them out the next day.
“There’s this light in one of the single stall bathrooms that flickers every time I’m in there. Gives me a headache that lasts at least an hour. Nobody’s fixed it. Think they’re waiting for it to completely die.”
“I did ask for a small complaint…” Maxine gestured to the couch on the side of the room. “Care to have a seat? I’ll top off that drink if you want.”
“No thanks. To the drink, I mean.” Lydia paused before slamming her ass down upon Maxine’s antique Victorian loveseat. “Although I really should get going. My friend is waiting for me. She’s my ride home.”
Maxine poured herself a shot of whisky and pounded it back with a grimace. Here went nothing.
“Tell her to leave without you. You’re not going anywhere tonight.”
Chapter 5
Lydia had no idea how it happened. She was convinced she lived in a lucid dream world, a fantasy that had no right existing in her mind when she was so gullible.
That was probably why she had no moral quandary over whether or not to let Maxine Woodward kiss her.
Hard.
Damn fucking hard!
“Mm!” Lydia’s head hung over the back of the loveseat, a tall, slender woman in a burgundy jacket dipping her tongue deep into a stranger’s throat. Not Lydia’s first kiss of this level, but certain the first that came so quickly, and from someone like Maxine!
Maxine halted the kiss with a satisfied sigh. She sat back, eyes burning in lascivious determination – in Lydia’s direction. Had she realized how badly Lydia wanted her? For so long? No, no, that wasn’t possible. Lydia touched her fingertips to her lips, the rest of her body melting into the upholstery beneath her. Her silver dress was already askew. A long hand graced her knee, enough to part her legs. A suggestion, nothing more.
“I don’t want to play games.” She wasn’t, was she? “I want to fuck you.”
“I…” Lydia sat up, the taste of that scotch still on her lips. Maxine’s perfume was also overwhelming, in that“Holy shit, yes, give me more of that,”way. “I have no idea what to say.”
“Don’t have to say anything other than yes or no.” Maxine crossed her legs and leaned away from Lydia. “Keep saying yes and I’ll spoil you until you forget there are other people in the world. Say no and we’ll go on as if this never happened.”
What a decision. Lydia flopped back against the couch. “This is happening really fast.”
“I don’t like to waste time.”
“I’m not that kind of girl.” What! Bullshit! Lydia was perfectly capable of one-night stands that left her reeling for the next six months. Last woman she slept with was a one-night stand she brought home fromPride.They screwed until dawn, had breakfast at a local diner, and then never spoke again. The fact the other woman went to Ontario didn’t help their relationship.
So to say she wasn’tthatkind of girl was more about projecting an image to a hot millionaire like Maxine, not saying,“I don’t fuck after knowing you for only five seconds, lol!”
That and this was technically a dream come true that she needed to process first.
