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“Oh? What is it?”
“I said it’s a surprise, Rhea.” Paige deposited her empty smoothie glass into the sink. “I should get going and get everything ready. I’ll text you the details later.”
“What in the world…?”
Paige grabbed her sweater out of the hall closet and jingled her keys over her head. “Text you later! Love you!”
All Rhea could do was rub her eyes and wonder what had gotten into her wife this time.All I know is that it’s not me.Nor was the feeling reciprocated.
Rhea sat in her car, staring at the text on her phone. She barely knew what to make of it.
“Drive up to the fifth level in the parking garage. There’s an orange cone in the corner by the main entrance. Pull into that spot and turn off the engine. Wait for me there.”
That was the thing. Rhea had been sitting in that spot for ten minutes, wondering if she had picked the wrong hotel – let alone the wrong spot.
Yet she was on the fifth level of the appointed Downtown Los Angeles hotel parking garage. She had driven toward the exit and parked in the corner spot with an orange cone standing unobtrusively by the wall. Maybe that was a coincidence, though – and maybe Rhea was too dumb to understand her girlfriend’s cryptic text.
What in the world was going on?
For all of Rhea’s self-flagellation, she knew she wasn’tstupid.She knew that this was some rendezvous her wife had set up. What else could it be? Neither of their birthdays nor their anniversary was soon. They had both been busy with real life and had little time for each other. Exactly the kind of thing their therapist had warned them to address.
But Rhea didn’t know why Paige would reserve a hotel room in the middle of the afternoon without informing her wife. Would it have really diluted the fantasy if Rhea knew she was off for a hookup with her wife? No, something else must have been up. Something that made Rhea’s mind run a mile a minute as she attempted to figure outwhat the hell was going on.
Paige was the more adventurous one. So had she arranged a threesome with someone?That’s nuts. She would have cleared it with me first.Yet that was all Rhea could think about as she sat in the driver’s seat of her car, engine off and cabin filling with hot air.
Or maybe this wasn’t a sexy rendezvous at all. Maybe she was about to encounter one of her worst nightmares: a divorce attorney in a snazzy hotel room to soothe the pain.
I’d rather have a threesome with a divorce attorney, thanks.
Rhea sent anotherI’m here, where are you?text to her wife before deciding to turn on the car again, if only to have cool air blasting at her face and keeping her calm. Yet the moment she attempted to turn the ignition, a shadow appeared behind the car.
Rhea instantly knew that was her wife. The silhouette, the wavy hair, the stance as the woman in a trench coat stood cocked to one side with her hands in her pockets… it was Paige.
Rhea lowered her hands from the steering wheel. The thought of accidentally backing up and running over her wife made Rhea feel sick.
The silhouette of her wife slowly rounded the back bumper of the car and approached the driver-side window. Rhea rolled down the window but said nothing.
“Nice of you to arrive, Ms. Kennewick.” Paige was out of reach as she stood with her hands still in her pockets. “I’ve been expecting you. We don’t have a lot of time.”
Rhea leveled a shrewd gaze on the woman who still gave her chills after all these years. “What’s going on?”
Finally, one of Paige’s hands emerged from her pocket and landed on the door. “I’ll be asking the questions,” she snapped. “You may not know it, but you have enteredmyterritory. This isn’t our house. You have no idea how neutral we kept it.”
Rhea hesitated before removing her seatbelt. As much as she hated to admit it, this new side of her wife was… well, it was hot. Hot enough to boil Rhea alive in her car.
“Whoareyou?” Rhea asked the woman now leaning against her car, blond hair falling off her shoulders and revealing a coat with not much else beneath it.
Paige grinned, her bare teeth making her smile more sinister. “I’m either your dream come true,” she purred, “or your biggest nightmare.”
The pair of fuzzy handcuffs landed on the door. Rhea jumped.
Paige was 100% serious.
Rhea didn’t know what titillated her more: that a dozen cameras must have caught them in the parking garage and hallways, or that Paige clearly didn’t give a shit if anyone saw.
They walked down those long hallways and rode up an elevator with a tenuous silence hanging between them. Rhea’s wrists were handcuffed behind her back, her jacket hanging loosely from her shoulders and covering her excited shame.
She had no idea what to expect. Not from Paige, who kept her cool while looping her arm around her wife’s, nor from herself. Rhea had no idea what to expect. She didn’t know what she might be capable of doing once Paige pushed her buttons.
