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What was that?
Why had Payton been so entranced by someone she saw just about every day for the last year?
And why had Madison been staring at her?
Payton had found her across the room, already looking in Payton’s direction.
She took a steadying breath and turned her body, in what she hoped was a casual move to look around the room, just to see…
Payton darted her eyes away as soon as she met Madison’s again.
What was going on?
Payton tuned into the conversation going on around her again, just in time to say ’It was nice to meet you,’ and Ashley arched an eyebrow at her.
“Are you okay?” Ashley asked. “I know you’d rather be at Pride, but I’m sure there’s gotta be someone here who’ll make it worth your while. Any of the baseball players?”
“Oh, there is.”
Ashley’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”
“By the piano. Red dress.”
Ashley discreetly looked past Payton and her eyes widened. “Is that…?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, okay. I take back everything I said about you having a borderline obsession with that woman. She deserves it. Wow.”
Payton exhaled, willing herself not to look over there again. “Yeah.”
“Too bad she’s straight.”
“Hmm.” Payton had always thought her gaydar could be trusted, because she’d never really been interested in a straight woman before, but maybe Madison was the exception.
“Even more reason to get back out there,” Ashley said, taking two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter. “And definitely a reason to drink.”
Payton took the glass from Ashley. “I still have work tomorrow.”
“As do I.” Ashley was in the process of bringing her glass to her lips when she stopped halfway. “Payton, I think she’s coming over here.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I’m just going to…”
“No. Ash. Wait—”
Payton nearly reached out for her arm, but she stopped herself, not wanting to look like a panicking fool. She inhaled a shaky breath, willing herself to stay calm. She spent hours with this woman every day. She could have a conversation with her outside of work.
Nothing was different.
Well, except for the fact that Madison looked like she belonged on the red carpet.
“Payton.”
Payton swallowed, recognizing her boss’s husky voice coming from somewhere behind her. She slowly turned, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her jaw from falling or from a silly smile coming to her lips.
Because either of those things was possible. Madison was standing three feet away from her, and she was easily the most beautiful woman in the room.
