Page 84 of The Fiancée Farce
Tansy cringed. “Sorry. My fault.”
“No.” Gemma sounded vehement, ducking her head so she could stare straight into Tansy’s eyes. “Don’t you dare apologize, okay?”
Tansy couldn’t help but believe her sincerity. “Okay.”
“Besides.” Gemma smirked. “When I get you into bed, I don’t want you stressed, and I definitely don’t want you thinking about anyone but me.” She tucked an escaped lock of hair behind Tansy’s hair. “I don’t mind waiting.”
“I thought we agreed patience wasn’t a virtue you possessed?”
“Touché,” Gemma conceded, brows rising. “But for you? I think I can scrounge up a little patience, especially considering neitherof us is going anywhere. I’m not in any hurry.” She scrunched her nose. “Okay, to be fair, my vibrator is probably going to get a hell of a workout tonight, but no rush.”
Tansy swallowed a whimper, picturing Gemma with her hand buried between her thighs, back arching against that big bed of hers, desperate sighs falling from her lips. “Like that’s supposed to make me want to let you walk through my front door?”
Gemma grinned at her, sly, as if she knew exactly the sort of sordid thoughts her words had planted inside Tansy’s brain. “Walk me out?”
She did, sticking close to Gemma, so close their elbows brushed.
Gemma lingered in the doorway. “I—”
“Yeah?” Tansy asked, breathless.
“I’m glad it’s you,” Gemma said, eyes wide, looking almost frantic. “I thought my grandfather’s will—the stipulation, I mean—was a curse. But now... now it doesn’t feel like that. If it had to be anyone, I’m so glad that it’s you.” She looked away, and Tansy could almost swear she blushed. “Sweet dreams, Tansy.”
Gemma slipped away, leaving a cloud of vanilla and vetiver behind.
Tansy slumped against the doorframe, staring off down the hall long after Gemma disappeared.
Sweet dreams, indeed.
Chapter Fourteen
October25
Tansy (11:15 p.m.):I’m guessing I have you to thank for the bright pink kiss print on my bathroom mirror?
Gemma (11:21 p.m.):Obviously.
Gemma (11:22 p.m.):Who else, pray tell, would be leaving you kisses to find?
Gemma (11:23 p.m.):You haven’t been keeping secrets, have you? Hiding another paramour, perhaps?
Tansy (11:25 p.m.):Oh, please. You’re enough of a handful all by yourself.
Gemma (11:26 p.m.):That, Tansy, is why you have two hands.??
November5
Gemma (8:12 p.m.):I was thinking.
Tansy (8:14 p.m.):Oh no.
Gemma (8:15 p.m.):Ha fucking ha.
Tansy (8:16 p.m.):It’s okay. I’m sitting down now. You can go on.
Gemma (8:18 p.m.):Bust my balls some more, why don’t you.
Tansy (8:19 p.m.):Gemma, I was only teasing.
