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What Paige’s wife had written in this story was something beyond that. It was the kind of sexual fantasy that could only be contained to a page, never translated to real life – otherwise it would be classified as acrime.
Paige skipped to the next story.A gangbang in a sorority house?Paige definitely didn’t hear aboutthathazing ritual when she was in school!A secretary selling herself to her boss to cover rent?The next story took the reluctance kink up another level. Yet the one that made Paige audibly gasp was the final story in the short collection, which was about the daughter of a mafia don giving herself to a rival boss to save her father’s life.
Every story had the same central theme, but Paige couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
“Jesus, Rhea.” Paige couldn’t stop reading once she got to the part about the don’s daughter telling her new mistress that she would never be able to make her new pet orgasm. Because of course shehadto know how hard the main character climaxed only three pages later.
The dialogue was deliciously sinister. The descriptions of collars, leashes, and penetrative implements made Paige cross her legs. And the ending, where the don’s daughter finally admitted to the other’s face that she liked it? Paige had to take a break after that.
She knew Rhea was a good writer, but this was different. Beneath the dirty descriptions and depraved deeds, there was a sizzling hum that spoke to some part of Paige’s sexuality. She understood the kind of reader who gobbled this up in ten minutes. Becauseshewas that woman.
Still, even after Paige collected herself, something confused her. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Nor could she articulate what real thread she discovered in all of her wife’s fantasies.
So, after putting the portfolio back where she found it, she did the only thing that made sense. She called out of work entirely and then promptly summoned the closest friend she had who was smarter than the average kinky woman.
If Jeanette didn’t know what was going on here, nobody would!
Chapter 28
“Itwassomeofthe most depraved stuff I had ever read, and I think I have a decent imagination.” Paige sipped her iced coffee before slamming it back down on the counter. “Like, if I pulled this off the shelf at the bookstore I wouldn’t beshocked,but coming from Rhea? We’re talking about the woman who gets flustered if you outright ask her if she thinks someone’s hot. I dunno where these stories came from. Definitely nothing she’s told me over the years.”
Jeanette played with the paper wrapper to her straw, every crinkle between her fingers loud enough to drown out the hard rock music playing above them. “Are you sure? Even I know that Rhea’s a freak.”
Was Paige the one who was flustered? After everything she said about Rhea? “Has she shared some of her stories with you?”
“No, and if you were a worse wife, I’d be mad that you didn’t take pictures to share with me. Because you know me. I love dirty smut.”
“This mafia girlsells herselfto the rival don. Who happens to be a woman, by the way.”
“Yes, yes, go on, tell me what I’m missing out on.”
“You’re into that stuff?”
“Honestly, who isn’t?”
Paige scoffed. “I mean… as I said, if it was written by anyone else, I could probably get into it. I just don’t know howmywife was the one to put that on paper.” Never mind, as Paige would not be wont to tell anyone, this was the woman who concocted that scene at the lake house.I should have guessed. Absolutely, deliciously depraved.Paige still thought about it and wondered when they could have Part 2. Over Christmas, maybe? Time went by so quickly now!
“The fact you went snooping through your wife’s secret, sacred smut says you’re desperate to get to know her, that’s for sure.” Jeanette finally wadded up the paper wrapper and dropped it on the café counter. “Though, what would Rhea say if she knew you had done that?”
Paige’s shoulders sagged as her frown grew and a grunt tumbled down her throat. “She’d kill me. Total, absolute annihilation. Right into the grave.”
“Why? Besides the fact that you breached her trust and now she can never have her own slutty stories to share with herself? Plus her publisher, from the sounds of it.”
“You know why!”
Jeanette did not respond to Paige’s desperation. “Could it be because she’s been trying to tell you about these things for a looong time, but you weren’t listening?”
“What are you on about?”
“Let’s say that Roxy and I have known you guys for a long while. Lots of things about your relationship have felt, shall we say… forced? I wasn’t shocked when you went to the therapist. I was more shocked to see you guys show up at Hellfire keeping up your charade.”
Paige was blindsided by these accusations. “What are you talking about? What charade?”
“Maybe we should back up.” Jeanette held up her hand as a loud crowd of UCLA students maneuvered through the coffee shop with pumpkin-spiced everything. They reminded Paige that she hadn’t eaten since her breakfast smoothie. Had she been at work this whole time, she would have had a short lunch of granola, yogurt, and the frozen berry of the moment always in ready supply at the gym.I should get some bread.The more Paige meditated upon what she read in her wife’s office, the more carbs she wanted.
“Yeah, let’s back up.” Paige slapped her hand over the top of her iced coffee. “Because I don’t know what’s going on. You’re saying my marriage is somehow fake?”
“I think…” Jeanette appeared to be considering her words carefully, but that only made Paige more nervous.This isn’t the kind of opinion I was looking for, Jean!Did Paige have any idea what that was now?
