Page 66 of Games We Play
“Next, you’ll be telling me that you’re also a sommelier.”
“No. Afraid the only thing I know better than my French and Italian cuisines is how to pipe icing onto wedding cakes.” Leah pulled out her phone. There was a new message from Gina that began with,“She better rock your pu…”but Leah ignored it in favor of accessing her gallery. “I did this one last week.” She handed her phone across the small table. “It was a lesbian couple. They wanted rainbow icing, so… I gave them rainbow icing.”
Sloan’s manicured eyebrows crawled up her forehead. “That definitely is a seven-colored concoction.” She swiped to the next photo. “My God. Do people in Portland have no tastes? No. Don’t answer that. I know the answer for myself.”
Leah laughed. She was quite proud of her work, but understood why others would find it… not to their tastes.
If it weren’t for flying First Class into a city she barely knew, going to the type of spa the mayor’s wife would call her own, and getting dressed head to toe by a stylist who knew her wardrobe better than Leah did, then she would think this was a perfectly normal Valentine’s Day dinner. Sloan was warmer than she had been on previous evenings out. When she wasn’t covertly brushing her hand against Leah’s or passing one foot over the other, she was gazing into her date’s eyes with that knowing look that said they were in for the night of their lives if Leah was willing to participate. It helped that the food and wine was delicious. And although the quiet conversations and live jazz music populated the air, Leah still enjoyed privacy with her girlfriend thanks to the smart layout of the five-star restaurant.
She wished she could say it made her comfortable. In truth, Sloan’s amiable demeanor and ideas of romance terrified her. It was uncharted waters. A new frontier. The expanse of space that no man had yet to enter, let alone survive to talk about. For all Leah knew, this was the real Margaret Sloan, finally comfortable enough to let her guard down around the woman she often slept with.
Or it was the calm before a hedonistic storm Leah would barely survive.
She discovered her answer when Sloan asked her to scoot her chair around so they could lean in toward one another and talk of what their separation had done to drive them crazy. Leah dared to touch her girlfriend’s thigh without invitation. Sloan’s smirk when Leah felt what a certain someone hid in her trousers was enough to stop every heart in the room.
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Look at her. I can’t tell if she’s too cute to kiss, or so hot I can’t wait to rip that dress right off her body.
Sloan divided her attention between Leah’s magenta lips and the fantasy burning behind her glazed eyes. “Took you long enough to notice.” Sloan pressed her knuckles against her cheek. Her elbow bumped against her empty plate, but the table was big enough to accommodate both it and her atrocious manners. “Thought I was going to have to bring out my big neon sign telling you to check out my cock.”
The look on Leah’s face was priceless. Even if she forewent playing Sloan’s games for the rest of the night? That look wasworth it.
“Here?” the poor naïve woman squeaked. “In a nice public place like this?”
Sloan couldn’t hold back her boisterous laugh. That was too precious! “I’m capable of a lot of dirty games in public places. You’re talking to an old pro here.”
Leah snatched her hand off her girlfriend’s leg. Was that real blush on her cheeks? Or was it the makeup? Hard to tell in that light.
“Dessert?” Sloan had meant literal dessert, yet Leah looked like she was going to choke on her spit. “I mean food, honey.”
“I, uh…” She was so cute when she was flustered! How was Sloan to stand it for much longer?
“I highly recommend the chocolate cake with strawberry ganache,” the waiter said. “It’s our special Valentine’s dessert this evening.”
“How about we share a slice?” Sloan went and ordered it. “Oh, c’mon Leah, you can’t tell me you’ve never felt up a woman’s crotch before.”
To her credit, Leah sobered up from her shock faster than she finished drinking her wine. “To be fair, those crotches usually gointothe body.”
“I promise my pussy is still in there. Somewhere.”
“Isn’t that… uncomfortable?”
Sloan laughed. “You get used to it. Takes some practice, you know? Besides, not like I’ve got a monster hiding in my pants. What do you think I’m trying to be? A man?” She leaned in closer, her muffled words reaching their intended target with ease. “I thought you enjoyed the fun we had the last time we met up. Thought I’d do you a favor and offer you a constant reminder all evening.”
Leah shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t say I’ve ever been on a date with a woman packing a dick in her pants, no.”
“How do you know?”
“I think I’d know!”
“Hmm. I’m not sure about that.” Sloan kicked back in her seat. Naturally, Leah glanced down, searching for what she had felt only a few seconds ago. “It happens more often than you might think.”
“Maybe that’s you.”
“You must like it, if you’re dating me. Admit it.” Sloan fully intended to self-inflate her ego, and that’s what she did when she continued talking. “You like that I always keep you guessing. It’s a daily party when you’re with me.”
Leah went from shaking her head in disbelief to giggling once again.Got you, darling.Sloan had learned that was the giggle she wanted from Leah Vaughn. Every day, if she could swing it. “I’ve been thinking… about what I want from this relationship.”
