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Leigh didn’t look vampy. Ever. Her makeup matched her attitude. Cool, aloof. Nice enough but forgettable.
This girl had arresting green eyes. The rest of her verged toward the knock-you-out, slay-you-dead side too.
Marcia frowned. Damn, should she really be noticing how sexy Leigh had become? Had last night’s threesome somehow made her horniness grow to encompass everyone, including petite female bakery managers?
Nope, it was the sex book. Had to be the book. She was just more aware, that’s all.
“Well, uh, hi. How’ve you been?” Marcia shot a helpless look at Tony, who appeared amused at the way Leigh stared up at Marcia as if she’d hung the moon and draped it in tinsel. “You look nice.”
“Thank you. I had a makeover this morning at Bailey’s department store. They kind of went overboard.” Leigh fussed at her low-hanging ponytail, trying to bring more of her hair over her face.
“Don’t do that.” Marcia stilled Leigh’s hands. “You want to show off, not hide.” Without thinking, Marcia pulled off the band around Leigh’s hair and fluffed the waves around her shoulders, taking a moment to envy her reddish-gold waves. “You’re a beautiful girl.”
“I, um—”
“Don’t hide,” Marsh sa
id again, tilting her head to the side to survey her work. “Much better.” Smiling, she stepped back. “So what’s new? How’re things at the den of dirty Diana?”
With a laugh, Tony hooked his hand around Marcia’s waist and pressed a kiss to her neck. “Gotta get back to work, babe. Have fun.” He patted her ass. “Can’t wait ’til tonight.”
She smiled. “Me neither. Have a good afternoon.”
“He’s really in love with you,” Leigh murmured once Tony had gone into the Nook.
Marcia’s gaze snapped to Leigh. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”
“He eats you with his eyes.” Leigh’s shiver didn’t speak of envy as much as distaste.
Uh oh. Marcia curled her fingers into her hand. Coupled with Leigh’s look of adoration in her direction, that wasn’t good.
It had been months since Marcia had seen her former coworker. Last fall, actually. A lot could change in a season.
Maybe Leigh had switched teams.
Marcia tossed the door of the Nook a desperate glance. How did she get herself into these situations when she was just minding her own business? She had to get home to write her book.
The book she sucked at. She couldn’t write. Who was she kidding? She excelled at sex but writing about it was a whole different bowl of latex.
Shut up, doubt demons! Shut up!
“So, ah, Leigh, how are you?”
“I’m good.” Leigh smiled. “I almost called you actually.”
Why? You’re pretty and all, but I don’t need that experience for my book. Already did the girl sex thing, thank you.
Now if Leigh happened to wield a paddle, Marcia might have a use for her. After her discussion with Cale the night before, she’d decided she could use a little fetish research. But that didn’t appear to be the case here.
“You did?” Marcia asked reluctantly.
Leigh tucked her hair behind her ear. Vamp makeup aside, she didn’t seem ready to embrace her inner vixen. “Yeah. How’s your brother?”
“Spencer?”
“Who else?”
Hmm. Leigh’s crush on Spencer had been well known around the Nook. Had she misinterpreted Leigh’s fascination for her or had Spencer’s lack of interest put her off men altogether? Shit, if any man could turn a woman off sex with men, Spencer probably could. It took a strong female to put up with his crap.
