Page 95 of Touch of Class

“Okay, I don’t need that many details. Whenever you talk about lady parts, it ruins it for me.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re exceedingly gay.”

“As are you, dear. As evidenced by your tawdry tale of being topped in the office.”

Her stomach tightened. Was that really what it boiled down to?

“Did you call her ‘Daddy’?”

“No!” she snapped, then lowered her voice. “It wasn’t like that, not exactly. There was more.”

“Obviously. I hope you returned the favor. I mean, I admit I’m a little hazy on what your people do, but I assume there’s, like, a taking of turns or something?”

“You’re awful.” She sighed. “But yes, and there was talking and cuddling and processing for a bit.”

“Of course there was.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious. I rebounded once I caught my breath, and I think, for a bit, we genuinely connected, which in some ways is harder to believe than the amazing sex.”

“Oh good, we’re openly admitting the sex was amazing.”

She fought the urge to swoon. “Mind-blowing, phenomenal, off-the-charts sex, and if we’re being honest, there was a round two this morning, which surprised me, but every part of this has been surprising.”

“Oh. Wow. It wasn’t a one-and-done to get whatever this is out of your system?”

She shook her head slowly. No matter how much she’d hoped that might be the case, it clearly wasn’t, at least not for her. “She is so deep in my system.”

“Ew, remember what I said about lady parts.”

“I was speaking metaphorically!”

“Sorry. I don’t know what euphemisms you people use. Go on.”

“There’s nothing else to say,” she admitted. “We didn’t exactly debrief this morning. She got up, kissed me soundly, and went to work.”

“Without processing everything into oblivion?” He wrinkled his nose. “How very unsapphic of her.”

“Right?” Daphne whined. “But it’s on-brand for Gillian. She’s so into responsibility. It’s what she wanted to talk about in the middle of the night. That didn’t go great, but I was able to—”

The door to Gillian’s office opened and they both froze as the woman herself stepped into the room.

Daphne’s heart felt like it might’ve stopped for a second, then sprung back to life by kicking her right in the ribs.

Gillian was dressed casually by her standards, in khakis and a navy blue sweater, her hair down, swaying around her neck and shoulders, but somehow, she still managed to look almost ethereal. God, even after having seen her naked and disheveled, Daphne couldn’t view her as anything other than perfect, or maybe that wasn’t some perception born of envy and insecurity anymore. Maybe she actually was perfect. But then, why did it seem like she couldn’t tear that intense gaze of hers off Daphne?

“Hello.” Hugh found his voice first as he rose to his feet.

“Oh.” She turned toward him as if registering his presence for the first time. “Hugh.”

“That’s me.” He cast a deliberate look between them, then added, “I hope my stopping in isn’t an imposition.”

Gillian shook her head as if trying to clear it. “Not at all. I’m between meetings. What brings you in?”

“I’m meeting Izzy here after fencing, so I thought I’d catch up with Daph for a bit.”

“Ah, fencing. That’s actually the topic of my next phone call. Izzy made quite an introduction for me to Lauren and Jess. I should hire her as my marketing strategist.”

Hugh beamed. “She’s multitalented. Gets her business acumen from me, and her interpersonal skills from her mother, though we’ve yet to see if she’ll use her powers for good or evil.”