Page 48 of A Fighter’s Love

“About?”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what.” She lowered her voice. “About them being bi.”

Jenny swallowed, then nodded. “Yes, it’s clear they both like men and women.”

“And that woman is you?” She raised her eyebrows.

“It seems that way.” Jenny picked up a pen and rolled it between her fingers. “Seems they like me very much and have done for a while. All it took was for me to get rid of Billy, be free and single, and then that was it, they’ve made their move.”

Stella shook her head. “If you don’t mind me saying, you should have got rid of him years ago.”

“I know.” She paused. “But it’s complicated. We’ve a lot of history together, from being young, you know.”

“I get it.” She grinned suddenly. “All in the past now though. So do I get any juicy details from Saturday night?”

A sudden image of herself lying on the bed flashed into her mind. Dale between her legs driving her to orgasm, Jackson naked and hard at her side, awaiting his turn to make her come. A small tremor worked its way up her spine and her breasts tingled.

Stella laughed. “No, don’t tell me here. Let’s go for cocktails on Friday. I’ll see if Sian’s free. We can have a proper girly night.” She glanced around the near empty office. “Where no one can hear what we all have to say.”

“I’d love that, but Friday is the big fight.” Jenny hated to turn Stella down. She treasured her company. “I have to be there.”

“And one of them is fighting?”

Jenny hesitated, then gave a small nod.

“Blimey, I know you said you met them at the boxing club, but I didn’t know they were seriously into it.”

“Yes, they are.”

Stella blew out a breath. “Wow, you really have got your hands full.”

“I guess.”

“We’ll do cocktails the week after, no worries. Might be a bit short notice for Sian anyway.”

“Cool, I’ll look forward to it.” Jenny smiled. “Plus by then I’ll have even more to discuss, I’m sure.”

“And you know we’ll be there for you.”

“I appreciate that, really I do.”

“Stella.” Andre’s voice rolled toward them. “I need you in here.”

Stella glanced over her shoulder, her bubbles of blonde hair bouncing as she did so. “Coming.” She stood.

Andre was in the doorway of his office, one hand on the frame. As Stella headed toward him, he continued to stand there, watching her, a mesmerized expression on his face.

Jenny smiled and set down the pen she’d been fiddling with. There was no doubt about it. Andre Bramon was smitten with his personal assistant.

For a long time Jenny had wanted to be more like Stella. Now here she was, not just dressing more feminine and taking time over her appearance like her, but also—and she’d never had this on her list—but also romancing two men.

Two men.

She shook her head and opened up her computer. Instead of logging into her usual accounts, she brought up a recipe site and started planning the evening’s menu. Lots of protein was in order, and something sweet and chocolaty for dessert seemed like a good plan.

The day dragged, not that Jenny wasn’t busy, but because she was excited for the evening.

Finally, though, she was in a nearby supermarket, list in hand, gathering ingredients for the meal she’d decided upon. After putting antipasti, fresh olive bread, chicken, mushrooms and new potatoes into her basket, she added a chocolate drizzled cheesecake topped with crushed nuts. On her way to the checkout she picked up a four pack of lager and a bottle of fizzy white wine.

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