“In this dress,” I joked, “you bloody well know what you’re doing.”
“Can we slip out?” Betty asked. “I mean, I want to stay and be good, but… also…”
I looked around. “No one will care, will they?”
She shook her head. “Come on.”
Betty led me into the foyer, then upstairs, by the hand. I took in the absolute scale of Leah and Lou’s place. I knew they were royalty, but had no idea just how unreal their house would be.
Betty noted my expression as we landed in the guest room and shut the door. “You’re gawking, Mary!”
“Look, I have never been in a house quite this beautiful. I’m not you. I’ve worked with a lot of celebrities, but this location and this whole place… it’s other-worldly.”
“You should see their closets! If it makes you feel better, I have seen the inside of every palace in Europe and this place is still wild to me.”
“I knew you’d say that,” I sighed.
“Well, Iama princess. What the hell did you expect?”
“I thought you were just Betty?” I joked.
She undid her dress, “For you, I am right now.”
For you. She implied it wasonlyfor me, or at least I now had insight into another world no one saw.
“I’m special then?” I tossed my top aside and kicked off the ankle-length tuxedo pants that represented a last-ditch effort to remain at least abitmyself.
“Yes, of course.” Betty tossed her dress. “And why wouldn’t you be?”
She approached, eyes hungry.
“I dunno. I’m still getting used to the whole having a princess as a girlfriend thing,” I joked.
“Am I now?” Betty asked.
“I think you very well know I like you, älskling.”
“Keep calling me pet names and I’ll agree to it,” Betty said, biting my lip and running my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
I threw my head back. “I can call you a dozen names if you’d like, but I’m not going to transition to dirty talk in Swedish.”
“Oh, but you let me attempt it.”
“You make it cute. I would make it… not,” I shuddered.
As she ran her hand to the seam of my underwear, Betty kissed me longingly. I moved to do the same, but she stopped me.
“No. Let me take care of you,” Betty said. “Why don’t you let me?”
“Because I truly enjoy getting you off,” I said.
“Well, did it ever occur to me that I wanted to maybe lavish my hot rockstar girlfriend with a little attention? Or that I’ve been missing her like crazy?”
“You don’t have to?—”
“I want to. Let me eat you out. I want to.”
Betty’s desire to spoil me felt new, but uncomfortable. The last bit registered on my face and it spooked her.
