Page 102 of The Fiancée Farce
“And let’s not forget to blast the A/C.” Teddy set the fan to high and aimed the passenger-side vents toward the driver’s seat. Tansy followed his lead, doing the same.
“We’re done?” Teddy asked.
With the press of her finger, Tansy locked the doors. “We’re done.”
“Let’s get out of here.” Gemma tugged on her wrist.
Almostdone. There was one final thing left to do. One final thing that Gemma hadn’t suggested, because it was frivolous, and probably foolish, too, but Tansy couldn’t go, not yet.
She leaned against the driver’s side door, grasping Gemma by the front of her sweater with both her hands. “Kiss me.”
Gemma laughed, but she did as bade without so much as a word of complaint, hands sliding beneath the hem of Tansy’s borrowed hoodie, gripping her waist, pinning her against Tucker’s Lamborghini and kissing her breathless.
“Fuck me,” Gemma chuckled against Tansy’s mouth. “You’re killing me, Tansy. If I didn’t think we’d get caught, I’d lay you out on the hood of Tucker’s stupid, flashy fucking car and make you come. Over and over andoveragain.” She shivered as Gemma’s thumbs brushed against the skin over her ribs, the wire of her bra. “So can wepleaseget the fuck out of dodge so I can make good on my promise?Allmy promises.” She leaned in, lips brushing the lobe of Tansy’s ear. “You’re a fucking goddess, Tansy Elizabeth Adams. And I am going to worship you. I’m going to worship you so fucking good. Until you can’t see straight and my name’s the only word you know.”
“Gemma,” she breathed.
“Just like that.” Her fingers danced down the ladder of Tansy’s ribs, skimming the band of her borrowed yoga pants and sliding beneath, where she was unencumbered by the lace of her underwear. She’d had left those back at Gemma’s, in the dryer.
Along with her inhibitions, apparently.
“One last thing,” Tansy panted.
There was something she needed to do before they could leave.
Gemma drew back and lifted a hand, moving to wipe away the lipstick that had transferred to Tansy’s mouth. Before she could, Tansy turned her head to the side. “Leave it.”
She bent down and pressed a kiss to the side mirror, transferring her lipstick—Gemma’slipstick—to the glass, leaving a perfect crimson lip print behind. A calling card, one Tucker wouldn’t notice until it was too late.
Vindication, delayed though it might be, sure was sweet.
But nowhere near as sweet as the sound of Gemma’s laugh echoing against the concrete walls of the garage.
“That devious streak you’ve got in you?” Gemma pressed her mouth to the hinge of Tansy’s jaw. “It’s dead sexy, you know that?”
Sexy.This was the second time Gemma had called her that. She was the only person who ever had.
Tansy was starting to believe it.
For the first time, she was beginning tofeelit. In her bones. In her heart. Like her skin fit. Not because Gemma said it, no. But because she finally felt in control. Of her life, her future. It was all right there, hers for the taking. She just had to grab it.
She gripped the front of Gemma’s sweater and dragged her in—
“Time to get the hell out of dodge!” Teddy hissed.
Across the garage, Max ducked behind a concrete pylon, just barely missing the guard as he returned to the booth. Eyes wide and chest heaving, Max jerked his chin toward the stairwell door.
She could feel the blood drain from her face, leaving her dizzy. “Shit.”
Was it possible for someone’s heart to beat so fast it could explode?
Gemma pressed her finger to her kiss-swollen lips. “Shh.”
Hand wrapped around Tansy’s wrist, Gemma crept in the direction of the stairwell. Teddy followed behind them, covering their six as Max army-crawled his way to a nearby parked car, using it for cover.
As soon as the guard turned, Max made a break for it. “Go, go, go!” he whispered.
Gemma threw open the door, waving them through. Tansy waited with her, refusing to let go of Gemma’s hand.
