My gaze finally shifts to the screen, where Cassie’s one eye is the only thing I can see. “The fuck did you just say?”
I sigh and give a little shrug. “She’s a domme who ate grapes out of my pussy.”
Her hands tug violently at her hoodie strings, then shift to her hair and back to her hoodie.
“One thing at a time,” Cassie finally manages. “Domme. Like whips? Orders? Yes, ma’am?”
I nod. “We haven’t done whips or ma’am’s, butyeah.”
Cassie starts clapping like an idiot. “This is gold. Okay, start from the beginning.”
I tell her about me signing the contract. About my first night with Skye, the grapes and the blindfold. Then, I give her more details because I know that’s all she really wants.
“And then you…”
“Had sex this morning after breakfast,” I rush out. “No biggie.”
But it is a biggie. It’s actually a HUGE biggie. And honestly, I can’t wait to do it again.
“Did you go down on her yet?”
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
“Are you going to?”
A smirk tugs at my mouth. I hate to admit it, but it’s all I’ve been thinking about. Since Skye opened that door, I feel like a different person. Like I can finally be myself, not just the woman who cowers offstage, hiding behind her bigger personality.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I tell her. “I’m hoping she doesn’t hate it.”
Cassie shakes her head while tipping the bag of chips up on end to get the crumbs at the bottom. This girl and her snacks.
“She’ll love it. Just do to her what you want done to you. Focus on the clit, which won’t be an issue for you because you’re a woman and know where it is. Tease and suck, baby girl. Tease and suck. You’ve got this.”
“Lesbian advice from my best friend,” I groan. “And I thought we peaked at binding spells with boys’ pictures in middle school.”
“There’s no peak for us. We keep rising.” She looks around her car and stuffs the empty chip bag into the door beside her before looking back to me. “I just can’t believe you’re finally admitting that you like women.”
The comment throws me because my first instinct is to argue that I don’t, but honestly, I can’t.
“And now you’re having an internal battle with yourself because you hate that I’m right,” she continues. “You’re falling for her.”
I point at the screen. “Don’t jump the gun on this, Cass,” I warn. “She’s got a lot on her plate and doesn’t need a newbie—”
“Holy shit,” she groans, leaning her head against the headrest behind her. “You’ve hit defensive mode. You fell. You’re so done. You’re cooked. You’re soufflé.”
I don’t say anything because I don’t need to. And Cassie knows it. I’m absolutely done for, and I hope this time I don’t get my heart broken.
“Okay, listen.” Cassie points her finger at the screen, her expression shifting from playful to serious. “Look at you. You’re in Milan, literally glowing like a skincare ad. My professional opinion? You let this thing escalate. But slowly. On purpose. Not because it’s some hot, dramatic fling, but because it matters. Got it?"
I let those words sink in. When my best friend isn’t being her glorious stand-up-comedian self, she has a way of cutting straight through the noise and handing me exactly what I need.
And she’s right. This thing with Skye? It does matter.
Another note slipped under my door. Another jab at my double life from a complete stranger.
Michel is supposed to be off duty when I’m not Solace.
Who would come after Violet?
