Page 47 of Christmas in Mistletoe
“Training to be a good lesbian.”
Fran smirked. “I even got a trophy for my efforts.”
Ruby smiled, then glanced over to the corner. The tell-tale guitar case was propped up against the wall. “You play guitar? You never told me.”
“That’s because you’re a professional musician, and I can’t do barre chords.” Fran wriggled her fingers. “It hurts my hand too much.”
“You get used to it.”
“So everyone tells me.”
Ruby held up her hand. “My fingertips have been years in the making. Hard as nails, but still soft when they need to be.”
“Do you say that to all the girls?” Fran gave her a grin.
“Only the ones with guitars.” Ruby sat on Fran’s double bed, and bounced a little. “So are you really planning on showing me some designs, or is this just a ruse to show me your bed?” She bounced a little more. “Good movement. Not too noisy. Something we could work with.”
Fran wanted to die on the spot, but she managed not to.
Good start.
“That was the idea. Parade you in front of my parents, then bring you up here to have my wicked way with you. It seemed a little obvious at first, but it worked. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this earlier in life. It would have saved so much time and angst wooing women.”
Fran grabbed her laptop from her bag, then sat next to Ruby on the bed. The warmth of Ruby’s body hit her immediately, and she gulped. They were sitting on her bed. This wasn’t a situation she’d considered might happen so quickly this morning.
Ruby crossed her long legs one over the other. Then she turned her head.
Fran stared at Ruby’s lips. She’d like to kiss them somewhere warm. Like here.
“You woo women? Is this something I need to know about? Do you have a harp hidden away too that you’re about to spring on me?”
Fran gave her a slow smile, never taking her eyes from Ruby. “No harp, promise. My wooing skills are pretty average.”
“Unlike your kissing skills, which I recall were way above that.” Ruby’s gaze dropped to Fran’s lips.
Fran froze at the words, hardly believing them. “They were?”
They were so close.
Ruby closed the gap between them. “Uh-huh.” Ruby’s lips touched hers.
A spark of electricity streaked down Fran.
Ruby teased her tongue along Fran’s bottom lip.
Fran mentally reclined, ready for bliss.
“Fran!” Dad’s voice cut through the sexual tension in the room. Footsteps on the stairs, then a knock at her bedroom door.
They sprang apart, Fran’s heart falling through her body.
The door opened.
Fran shot up. Her Mac fell from her lap.
Her dad frowned as it dropped to the ground with a thud.
Fran snatched it up, cradling it to her chest like her first-born. What the fuck was her dad doing?
