Page 43 of Before the Encore

Bonnie’s face scrunched while she counted. “Eight…Nine, actually. There’s one by the sauna I always forget about.”

“You have a sauna?”

“And a steam room. I much prefer the sauna, though.”

“I’ve never been in one.”

“What, really?”

Madison shrugged. “Sweating it out with a bunch of strangers doesn’t appeal to me.”

“Surprising,” Bonnie teased. “That sounds right up your street.”

Madison caught the suggestion and laughed. “Maybe if it wasn’t populated by mostly old, balding men.”

“Feel free to use mine.”

“What? Now?”

Bonnie’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Why not? We’re having fun, aren’t we?”

The thought of sitting next to a naked Bonnie, sweat dripping down her ample chest, made her throat tighten. Was that why she’d invited Madison back here?

As tempting as that was, Madison felt an obligation to look after Bonnie tonight. “You shouldn’t use the sauna when you’ve had a smoke.”

The way Bonnie’s gaze passed over her set her pulse racing. “That’s a shame.”

She swallowed. Her mind scrambled to focus on anything that wasn’t Bonnie’s naked form.

Luckily, Bonnie spoke first. “So, this is what you usually do after a show? I admit it has its advantages. I feel so relaxed.”

“Pretty much. What do you usually do?”

Bonnie stretched her legs, and Madison tried hard not to marvel at the size of them extending the fabric, or how much she wanted to sink her teeth into the soft flesh. “Yoga. I have a wind down routine.”

Sweet Jesus.

Bonnie contorting herself, bending over, flexible as hell…God.

Madison crossed her legs, a hot ache slipping between them. “That feels on brand for you.”

“You should try it. It’s a little like smoking weed.” Madison scoffed, and Bonnie cut a glare at her. “It is! It takes you to another level. Makes you think about other things.”

She strongly doubted that. Pulling her body into different positions wouldn’t distract her brain from all the inappropriate things it wanted to do to Bonnie. The effects of the weed seemed to be fading, leaving the horny thoughts front and centre and demanding attention.

“Oh, no.” Bonnie laughed. “I’m hungry again.” She sluggishly pushed herself up and towards the kitchen to fetch the remains of her sushi platter. Madison’s gaze tracked her round arse the whole way.

Get a grip, Madison.

“What?” Bonnie asked in between a mouthful of pink fish.

Shit. Did I say that out loud?

Madison was going to fuck all of this up if she didn’t get her libido leashed.

“Can you point me in the direction of one of your nine bathrooms, please?”

“Down the hall.” Bonnie covered her mouth as she chewed. “First left.”