She tossed the phone on the futon and turned in Sid’s embrace, dislodging her hand. “Well, that was easy.”
Sidney held her gaze, brows furrowed. “So, uh, why didn’t you tell Tish you were at my place, and I was standing right here? Does Tish have a no-dating policy for employees?”
Crap.What to say here? Tish might have guessed correctly she had some overnight fun, but her bed partners were her concern.
“There aren’t any employees to date. At least, not until recently,” Kit said. “Tish is happily married, like I said, and the part-timer who works during the holiday season has a guy.” Of the temps who spun through the revolving door before Gloria, none had appealed to her as a booty call, much less a potential life partner. “I never asked about a policy because truthfully I never thought it would come up, and it’s not her business that we hooked up.
“You’re not upset about that, are you?” she asked. Kit hated to think of souring the work day ahead of them.
Sid pursed her lips, as though pondering the reason, and slowly shook her head. “No. It’s very considerate of you to keep quiet about us. It’s nice when somebody thinks of your feelings. Thanks.”
They kissed, lightly at first, then Sid opened to receive Kit more deeply. She cupped bare flesh and moved into a tighter embrace, savoring how her lover’s bare nipples brushed over her thin shirt and tingled her skin.
A second ringtone pealed through the small space. Sid put a finger to her lips to bid Kit to hold all thoughts until she finished the call.
“That was Tish. Let’s make something sweet,” she whispered, coming back to Kit’s embrace.
Kit smiled.
Chapter Four
With six hands between them, working two hours non-stop, the three women of Tish’s Riches rolled and wrapped a few hundred truffles and dipped dozens of juicy strawberries. Sid took to the work easily and enjoyed the casual atmosphere of Tish’s shop kitchen. She quick-stepped to the classic rock blaring from the boss’s phone, set up on a speaker, and it seemed as quickly as she and Kit arrived, they had completed the order for the winery.
“Do you need us to go with you to set up?” she asked as they packed up Tish’s car.
“Vinnie will be here any minute, and the winery’s staff will unload everything and handle all the service. I took enough of your free time, and I really appreciate it.” Tish rewarded them both with a broad grin. “Lunch is on me tomorrow. I’ll order pizza from Mick’s.” Slamming the back passenger side door, Tish shooed them away with a brushing hand motion. “You gals enjoy the rest of your day off, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Sid followed Kit around the corner of the block to where they’d parked along the curb. Kit’s compact car had a spot reserved for vehicles with sticker permits while Sid had to use a metered space on the other side of the narrow road. Tish had promised to sign her form for a permit tomorrow when the town offices opened.
“So, uh…” Kit began as she undid her locks via remote fob. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
How sweet, she thought, studying how Kit fixed her gaze on the car and shuffled her feet. The shy act never got old.
“I hope to eat your pussy until you beg for mercy. You?”
She couldn’t decide Kit’s more endearing feature at this moment: the slack jaw or her saucer-wide eyes.
“Are you always this direct?” Kit asked.
Sid skipped across the road to her sedan. “It should go without saying, but you’ll know for sure if you come back to my place.”
“Race ya.”
~*~
“I noticed this morning you ate your pancakes without syrup,” she said as Kit pulled her t-shirt over her head. “You normally have them that way?”
Kit leaned back to shimmy out of her pants. “I use syrup with plain pancakes. Yours with the blueberries just tasted so good. I didn’t need anything to cover them.”
Sid brought over the glass bottle left on the counter and set it close to the bed, then slipped into the bathroom to undress. Once naked, she bent down into the cupboard beneath the sink. “I infuse my own syrups… and vodkas.”
“Oh, cool. They teach you that at Hancock?”
“No, it was something I did with my mom and grandma when I was little,” Sid told her. “That bottle is an experiment. It’s vanilla and rosemary. I was curious what you might think of it. When I make blueberry pancakes I usually make a compote to go with them, but I used all the fruit.”
She returned with a red metal toolbox and set it at the foot of the futon, laughing at Kit’s reaction to it. One way to change a topic.
“I’m guessing this isn’t your syrup-making kit.”
