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Lovestruck

ISBN 978-1-60592-115-0

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Lovestruck Copyright 2010 KT Grant

Cover Art by Fiona Jayde

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The characters are products of the author's imagination and used fictitiously.

Book Blurb

CEO hotel mogul Barbara Jennings has three months to decide whether to close her

Manhattan hotel or cut costs by firing some of her employees. She meets her much-

younger employee, Jennifer Caffey and is instantly smitten. Now Barbara has another mission, and that is to seduce the innocent Jenny.

Jenny is also attracted to the powerful and beautiful Barbara, but has never really had a steamy love affair with another woman. Unwittingly, she allows herself to be swept away by her passion for this older woman who may ruin her life.

Dedication

To my mother Paige; the words are the gimmick.

Acknowledgements

Some may think writing is a solitary endeavor, but that is not the case. Thank you to LB

Gregg for inspiring me. To Leanna Renee Hieber who gave me the guidance I needed, and to Stacey Agdern who is the best sounding board a writer could ever have. Keta Diablo, you have shown me the light and to Jill Noble for taking a chance.

Ana Grilo and Kenda Montgomery, without you two "mean girls" in my life, it would be a very lonely place. *Ninja out*

And finally to those who think you can't, oh yes, you very well can.

Prologue

Standing in line at her favorite Starbucks before her nine o'clock class, Jenny

Caffey expected the usual Monday morning rush.

She could have stopped at a coffee shop closer to her apartment in Brooklyn, but

that meant she'd have the skinny caramel latte chugged down before her train arrived in Manhattan. And then she'd end up spending another five dollars to stay awake in class.

"I gotta stop staying up past midnight," she grumbled.

"Excuse me?" The woman in front of her—wearing an expensive, dark brown suit from Gucci or some other high-end designer—turned her head and looked over her shoulder at Jenny.

"Sorry, talking to myself. Not awake yet. Don't mind me." Jenny rubbed her drooping eyes and let out a loud yawn. When the woman snorted, Jenny tipped her

Yankees baseball cap in her direction and looked down at her feet. She thought about picking up her heavy backpack from the floor but remembered how much the five-hundred page college textbook inside weighed.

"Can I help whoever's next?" A Starbucks barista shouted and Jenny moved forward in line, slamming into the Gucci suit when the woman stopped without

warning.

"Um, sorry 'bout that." She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans and took a step back when the woman emitted an exasperated sigh.

"I can help someone over here."

Jenny followed the voice, scooted over to the next register and thought the girl

behind the counter sounded more tired than she did. "A Venti skim caramel latte, heavy on the caramel, please."

"One Venti skim caramel latte, heavy on the caramel!" The woman called out to an employee near the espresso machine.

Moments later, Jenny exchanged her money for the drink, knowing she'd have to

add skim milk to cool it down. On her way to the condiment caddy, she pulled the

cover off the latte, and with her cap riding low over her brows, bumped into someone, causing her to spill her drink.

"Shit!" She moaned, set the coffee on the caddy, reached for the napkins with one hand to wipe clean her shirt and pushed her cap up with the other so she could

apologize face-to-face.

The woman bent down and wiped the coffee from her drenched briefcase. Jenny

stared at the well-put-together blonde with highlighted hair that fell in long waves about her shoulders.

Why can't my crappy brown hair look that good? There's not a strand out of place.

The woman straightened and waved her off. "It's no problem."

Jenny knew she should leave, and fast, before she did anything more

embarrassing. "Ah, yeah. Um . . . got to go." She walked away and out the door.

Looking back through the window, she watched the well-dressed woman continue

wiping down her briefcase. Jenny felt compelled to go back inside and apologize again, but had more pressing matters to deal with, such as being on time for her first class.

Blocking the glare of the sun bouncing off the window, she cupped a hand over her brow, hoping to get one last look at the woman.

She couldn't see much, but what she did intrigued her. When the blonde beauty

bent down to wipe her expensive heels, Jenny licked her lips." I wouldn't mind tapping that."

From out of nowhere, someone knocked into her. Jenny cursed, started to turn

and address the rude passerby, but at that moment the sunlight bounced off the golden-streaked hair of her current object of desire. Anger forgotten, Jenny could only stare.

When the older woman noticed her watching, she ducked her head and quickly walked away.

"One day, Jennifer Anne, you'll be able to afford a hoity-toity pinstripe suit and the woman wearing it." She chugged her much-needed caffeine with the thought she needed to keep it together for another few months—until summer break. Then she

could breathe again, not act like an idiot and spill hot drinks all over attractive women who looked like they earned more money in one week than she made in six months.

* * * * *

Like the other inhabitants of the island, Barbara Jennings hated Monday

mornings. More so now because of the young teenie-bopper who'd spilled caramel

coffee all over her suit. Still, she couldn't help but smile. When she'd glanced out the window, her eyes locked with those of the girl in the baseball cap, the one who almost ruined her thousand dollar suit from Neiman Marcus. The adorable girl's eyes went wide when Barbara held up her coffee and saluted her.

Barbara chuckled now, remembering how her voyeur pulled her cap down and

walked away.

Too bad the baseball cap hid her silky, auburn hair. She'd noticed several long

strands peeking out from the sides and wondered what those tresses would look like spread out over her satin sheets.

What's the point? I'll never see her again. Barbara sighed and took a sip of her lukewarm coffee. The reason for stopping by Starbucks eluded her, especially when she had a state-of-the-art cappuccino machine in her penthouse. In a rush to get to work, she didn't have time to make coffee and opted to fight the crowds for her morning caffeine fix like everyone else.

She glanced down at her briefcase again, and with coffee in hand began the walk

to her office several blocks away. Sipping while she walked, she allowed the coffee to take the edge off her disastrous morning.

"I still have it," she said under her breath, remembering how the young girl had checked her out through the window. The thought made her feel better. Nearing thirty-six years of age, she'd discovered a gray hair in the mirror that morning, so the timing couldn't have been better. In a city this big, Barbara knew she'd never see the coffee-clutz again . . . unless she returned to the same Starbucks next Monday.

Barbara snorted and crossed the street. What would her associates say if the

richest hotelier in Manhattan picked up a grungy girl at least fifteen years her junior?

Entering into a romance with anybody, least of all a strange girl who couldn't

find the time to brush her hair in the morning and wore a baseball cap to cover her lack of cleanliness, had no place in her life.

She had standards to uphold, after all.

In an attempt to redirect her thoughts, Barbara went over her itinerary for the

day in her head. She didn't have time to continue her fantasy about the young girl in the tight, yellow t-shirt or think about how sweet her pink, glossed lips would taste.

Jennings, you need to get laid. With this thought foremost in her mind, she walked into the foyer of her building to begin her very busy day.

Chapter One

Jenny knew by the loud banging on her bedroom door and the absence of the

alarm blaring in her ear, today would be a disaster.

Mike's voice filtered under the doorway. "Jenny! Get your ass out of bed. It's almost 6:30!"

"Shit." Jenny mumbled into her pillow and rolled out of bed. She had to make the trek from her place in Brooklyn to Fifth Avenue in midtown and be at work by seven o'clock.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she rushed toward the bathroom and stopped

in the hallway. Seated at the table in the kitchen, Mike mumbled under his breath as he pounded away at his laptop.

"You got another one?" she asked.

He pushed his fingers through his uncombed hair and lifted a sheet of paper.

"Mother-fucking rejections are killing me." He crumbled the letter into a ball, shot it toward the garbage can and missed.

Mike had worked at the St. Jennings Hotel alongside Jenny for the past five

years. Even though he didn't start until noon, he always rose at six in the morning to write. As the stack of rejection letters from various agents piled up on the table in his bedroom, his dream of becoming a published author eluded him. Some of the rejections had begun invading the kitchen and Jenny almost stepped on one in the hallway.

"Sorry, dude," Jenny said through a yawn and scurried into the bathroom while Mike crossed his arms and frowned at his monitor.

Jenny finished in the bathroom in less than five minutes and rushed back into her bedroom, where her uniform lay ready to go into her black non-descript bag. She

preferred to get dressed in the employee locker room at the hotel rather than go into work dressed in her St. Jennings ensemble, consisting of a burgundy coat and skirt. But running late now meant wearing the garb to save time.

"Gag me," she moaned, eyeing the less-than-attractive outfit.

"Stupid me for not setting the alarm. God, I hope my train isn't running late." She had five minutes to get to the station. Twenty minutes after that, she'd exit the subway directly across from the hotel. In the five years she'd worked for the St. Jennings, she'd always been on time. She couldn't ruin her track record because she went to bed too late and forgot to set her alarm.

She threw on her bra, underwear, stockings, uniform and shoes, then grabbed a

clip and brush—as well as her handbag—and dashed out of the room.

"Later." She called out to Mike and bolted down the stairs of her three-story walk up. She hit the sidewalk at a dead run, sprinting toward the subway two blocks away.

As she reached the subway steps, her train stopped at the platform. She swiped

her metro card through the turnstile, and as the doors began to close, leaped onto the train. Jenny glanced at the watch she'd worn to bed last night. She had fifteen minutes before her shift began, and it looked like she'd be late.

"I need to start working out more," Jenny said through a pant, sitting down in an empty seat, very aware of the sweat rolling down her back. She took a minute to catch her breath, brushed back her ratty hair and pulled it into some resemblance of order.

Most of the riders looked half asleep and didn't seem to notice her.

Jenny yawned and shook her head. Maybe one of these days she'd learn not to

stay up until one in the morning to finish an eight-page paper for her economics class the next day. With three classes in a row, Mondays were a killer for her, and meant she couldn't start the paper until late at night. She groaned. I'll have to finish that damn paper after my shift ends at three o'clock in order to hand it in tomorrow morning.

She grimaced as she caught sight of her reflection in the window across from her.

Smothering a weak laugh, she couldn't help but think she looked liked death warmed over with the bags under her eyes. She wished she had time to put on some makeup, but she'd forgotten to grab her compact. Jenny rooted through her bag to locate her lip gloss. At least she'd remembered her wallet. When she took her first break, she'd call Mike and tell him to bring her makeup bag when he came in.

She tapped her foot impatiently as the train reached her stop. With one last

glance at her watch, and only two minutes to spare, she rushed out the train doors and almost bruised her hip going through the turnstile. She took two steps at a time and couldn't believe her luck; the red light kept traffic at a standstill. She ran across the street to the century-old hotel.

Jenny held back a cheer. Not one guest waited outside and most of the bellhops

stood off to the side talking. She gave them a wave, pulled her hair back into a clip, took another deep breath and pushed her way through the revolving door.

Jeffery, her supervisor and manager of the hotel—and the bane of every St.

Jennings' employee—stood at the front desk. When she walked in, he looked up from the computer and frowned. She slipped behind the desk instead of heading for the

locker room, looked up at the antique clock on the far wall, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jeffery folded his arms and crooked a finger in her direction. "We need to talk, Miss Caffey."

Jenny swallowed. Could her day get much worse?

* * * * *

Across town, Barbara finished up a five-mile run on her treadmill in her Central

Park West penthouse while listening to the latest news and stock market reports.

Yesterday, the Dow ended on a high note, making her day complete. She should be in good spirits now that her company's stock was up by three dollars. But her good humor had been lacking as of late, due to the ulcer-inducing decision she needed to make.

As CEO of the St. Jennings hotel chain, she had final say. At least she could count on her trusted board of directors, who urged her, for the good of the company and her sanity, to sell her hotel that was barely staying afloat. After investing too much of her own personal revenue over the years into the Manhattan St. Jennings, she had hit a wall. If she sold the property, her net worth would skyrocket. And now, with a buyer interested and the paperwork almost completed, she had a way to get this albatross off her back. But . . . something was holding her back from making the final decision. She had a tender spot in her heart for one of the oldest properties her family owned on Fifth Avenue. Her great grandfather bought the hotel after he made his fortune in the

California gold rush. He built the first St. Jennings in San Francisco in 1875 and then another in New York in 1880. The profits for the hotel in San Francisco continued to amass. The other fifty St. Jennings across the United States, England and France also made a nice profit. But the one in Manhattan couldn't keep up with the others. The hotel continued to lose money every week due to the fierce competition in New York City. With a heavy heart, Barbara knew she'd either have to sell the building or let go of some of the employees.

It would come as a surprise to some people to find out how the guilt ate away at

her. She glanced down at the latest Forbes magazine lying on her coffee table. A decade ago, she'd given an exclusive interview to a Forbes reporter. He'd highlighted her no-nonsense business tactics, said she struck without warning, and had given her a

nickname: The Barracuda. At first, she enjoyed the moniker; it kept her associates and competitors on their toes. Now it had become more of an annoyance. She might be

known as a barracuda when involved in a business deal, but at the end of the day she cared about those who worked for her.

The bright mid-April morning did nothing for her mood.

The way I'm feeling, there should be rain, not a sunny, perfect day. She finished her cool down and walked into the bathroom to take a shower, thinking about the long day ahead of her. First she needed to go to the St. Jennings and speak with management.

Perhaps she could hold off a while longer? If by some miracle the hotel could be saved and make enough of a profit to keep it afloat until the end of the summer, maybe she wouldn't have to take any drastic measures. But that was a big if.

Standing under the warm spray, she tried to relax. Strung too tight and not

getting laid in a long time added to her stress. Running on her treadmill no longer relieved the tension. Even the Jack Rabbit vibrator she'd been using almost every night before bed no longer did the trick. Tired and horny, she wanted a warm body and

another person's hands and mouth to get her off. Her own hands and favorite toy didn't cut it anymore.

Even masturbating in the shower had failed to arouse her.

No man could quench her desires. One of the biggest problems for a high-

powered lesbian in her mid-thirties? There just weren't many established, business-savvy lesbians around she could choose as a lover or even think of having a relationship with. She didn't want to spend her days alone on her treadmill, with her Jack Rabbit and her immense fortune to keep her company. She wanted a special woman to come

home to, one she could lie next to in bed, who'd help her forget all the stress and worries of her work day.

But real life intruded and the fairytale became a distant dream. She could thank

her father for stopping those dreams. Even now, ten years after his death, the man's harsh words still rang in her ears.

Barbara finished her shower, dressed in her favorite charcoal suit, styled her

layered blonde hair and fixed her makeup until her face looked perfect. With one last glance in the mirror, she smiled.

It would be the last time she smiled this morning. The Barracuda didn't smile as she went off to ruin someone else's dreams.

Chapter Two

By eleven o'clock, Jenny wanted to scream. From the moment Jeffery "Bane"

Montgomery crooked his annoying finger, Jenny's world had gone to hell in a hand

basket.

"Jenny, you know I gave you quite the honor when I took you on as my assistant because of your work ethic. What the hell is going on in that mind of yours lately? You haven't been paying attention to important details. You're an embarrassment. What the fuck? Did I make a mistake when I chose you?" Jeffery picked up a pile of papers lying on his desk and shook them in her face.

Jenny gritted her teeth. Perhaps another in her position would be reduced to

tears, but she'd lost all respect for Jeffery a long time ago and didn't care what he thought.

"Can you explain how you misplaced some of the receipts? How the hell could

you overbook two rooms?" Jeffery's face had turned an interesting shade of red as some of his projectile spit almost hit her on the cheek.

"I'm sorry, Jeffery. I wish I had an answer. Of course I'll take full—"

"Damn right you will. Sometimes you can be such an airhead." He puffed out his chest and snarled.

She held back the urge to snarl right back. Just because he was a distant cousin

far out on some minor twig in the Jennings' family tree, didn't mean he had the right to act so superior. She'd like to knock that chip off his shoulder.

She longed to tell him to go screw himself, but then she'd be fired and have

bigger problems to deal with. Jeffery knew most of the employees, Jenny included, needed their jobs. The pay and benefits were the best in the hotel industry, and now that she attended school, she had barely enough to get by. She couldn't afford to just walk away. If she became unemployed, she'd have to drop out of school and move back home with her parents. She shuddered at the thought. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, she had no real solution.

"How can I make this right?" Jenny shook off the feeling of dread and held out her hands. Please don't make me clean the bathrooms.

"First, you'll go over this paperwork. If I find one wrong number or spelling error, you're out on your ass. Afterward, you'll help housekeeping clean the rooms.

They're short-staffed today." Jeffery took a gulp of his coffee and let out a loud burp without covering his mouth or excusing himself.

Jenny held back a look of disgust and shook her head. She swallowed a moan.

Helping housekeeping was a huge step down for her. Not that she didn't respect the housekeeping staff, but after five years of working at the hotel, she had seniority and should be in charge of the front desk, not reduced to making beds.

"Will do, Jeffery," she said in a cheerful tone.

He dropped the pile of papers into her hands and left the room, but as he hit the door she heard him mumble, "Dumb bitch," under his breath. She tightened her grip on the papers to stop herself from tossing them at his head. She'd never been the violent type. Taking a few deep breaths, she sank into the chair at his desk and went to work.

* * * * *

Four hours later, Jenny found herself making up one of the beds on the second

floor with her best friend from high school. Tonya, the assistant to the head of

housekeeping, stood barely 5-foot, 3-inches tall, but she had bright red hair and a firecracker personality. She whistled as she fixed the sheet, her long, dangling earrings sparkling in the sunlight pouring through the room's only window. Jenny studied her profile, and not for the first time wished she could pull off Tonya's style.

"I can't believe it's not even the afternoon yet and this day has sucked big time.

What else can go wrong?" Jenny picked up a pillow and fluffed it.

Tonya lifted her fingers in front of her chest and made the sign of the cross. "You know you just jinxed yourself."

Jenny dropped her head into the pillow. "Please don't tell me that."

"Well hon, at least you can count on Mike coming in soon. He'll soothe Bane's temper."

Jenny giggled. Jeffery had it bad for Mike. On the other hand, Mike had no

interest in their boss. Jeffery never stood a chance because Mike was head over heels in love with Tonya's brother, James, who owned and operated The Watering Hole, a Hell's Kitchen hot spot, which the St. Jennings staff often frequented after work.

"I'm going to need a drink after today. Are you thinking about going to The Hole for happy hour?" Jenny asked.

Tonya rubbed her hands together. "You know I'm always up for a drink after a long day of work. But don't you have a killer economics paper to finish?" She walked to the cart and rummaged through the supplies.

"How could I forget?" Jenny mumbled under her breath. "Knowing my luck, I'll flunk out of college and have to work with Bane for the next forty years."

Tonya shook her head and rolled her eyes. "At least you're getting an education. I should have a tattoo printed on my head saying, abandon all hope—"

"Stop it. You know full well you can—"

"Yeah, I've heard it all before. Let's not talk about it, okay?" Tonya grabbed a pillow and threw it at Jenny.

Jenny caught it and finished helping Tonya make the bed. She didn't want to

start an argument with her. "Whatever. Hey, maybe if Jeffery liked women he'd treat me with more respect. Some days he can be okay, especially if he knows I can put in a good word for him with Mike."

Tonya finished making a hospital corner and looked up. "Um, dear, even if

Jeffery liked pussy, you still wouldn't give him any."

Jenny blushed. "Tonya Marie! Watch your language!" She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone happened to be walking by the open door at that moment.

"You're surprised by the way I talk after almost thirteen years of friendship between us? You'd think someone like you wouldn't be so easily shocked." Tonya teased.

As Jenny finished with her side of the bed, she spread out the blanket on top.

"Ha! Sometimes you make it sound like my sexual preference is what defines me. I can be gay and not like foul language, you know? Besides, it's not like I'm getting a lot of action, so you talking about it only makes it worse."

"Being gay in NYC isn't a big deal at all. Hello, practically all of the people we work with play for the other team. Well, except me. You'd think with so many options around you could finally get some good loving."

Jenny looked down at her hands. "Tonya, you know it's not easy for me. Gay

men have it so easy. Being a lesbian is much harder, even in a city that's so open. The bars and clubs scare me. Some of the women are so vicious. I'm not comfortable having a one night stand. I want . . . damn it, I want a relationship, someone to go to the movies with, to walk in Central Park with, go out to dinner with. I want what you had with Tom."

Tonya snorted and started dusting the tables and chairs. "Yeah. We had a good three years together. If only he wasn't a walking STD."

"You don't know that for certain. Tom seems like a good guy. We've known him since we were fourteen. You even married him. Do you honestly think he's cheating on you?"

She shrugged. "He's a fireman. It's the norm for a man in uniform to cheat. They all do. I should have known the moment he became the quarterback in high school.

Even back then he liked the tall, big-boobed, skinny, blonde bitches."

Jenny placed her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Stop it. You're beautiful, smart and brassy."

Tonya raised an eyebrow "Brassy? You mean loud, obnoxious and chubby." She spread out her arms to show her petite, curvy body.

Jenny rolled her eyes. "You still don't know the whole story about what

happened that night. Maybe you should ask—"

"There are my two favorite gal pals."

Both women turned. Mike stood in the doorway looking very handsome in his

St. Jennings uniform. At six-two, with bright blue eyes and great muscle tone, he was a woman's dream man come to life. Jenny held back a sigh. Mike always looked good in whatever he wore, even in his work uniform.

Tonya went over and Mike gave her big bear hug. He lifted her up and she

giggled.

"Hey there, handsome." She kissed him on the cheek. In return, he gave her a loud smack on the lips.

"What are you two hemming and hawing about?"

"Jeffery's on the war path. He let me have it as soon as I came in today. And Tonya is lamenting about Tom."

"I'm not." Tonya insisted.

Mike dropped his arm on her shoulder. "Hey, Red, if you ever need to talk, all joking aside, you know where to find me. You don't have to hide your feelings from us.

We know the separation is hard."

Tonya looked down at the rug. "I'm going to start divorce proceedings."

Mike and Jenny fell silent.

"Oh, Tonya," Jenny finally said as she walked over and gave her a hug.

Tonya hugged her back and then moved away to finish her dusting. Jenny

noticed the tears in her friend's eyes, but didn't make a comment. She looked at Mike and he shrugged.

"Don't worry; I'll take her to The Watering Hole tonight and we'll drown our sorrows in some beer."

"I heard that, MacGillicuty, and I'm on to you. You just want an excuse to flirt with my brother and try to go home with him."

Mike put his hand on his hip. "I'm offended. I'm thinking of you, and just being a good friend. If something happens between your brother and me, like, say, I give him a blow job in his office, it's meant to be."

" Eeewww." Tonya came at him with her dust cloth, and Mike began to back out of the room. He looked at the clock on the bedside table and frowned. "Oops, ten minutes until my shift starts. Gotta run!"

Jenny held her stomach, laughing as Tonya smacked Mike in the ass with the

dust cloth. As Mike stumbled out of the room clutching his butt, Tony, one of the hotel's part-time bell hops, appeared in the doorway.

"Yo, you guys, some shit is going down."

All three turned and looked at the teenager.

Mike skidded to a halt. "What's up, dude?"

Tony rubbed a hand over his short, spiky hair. "I heard Bane talking on his cell.

The Barracuda's coming here this afternoon to check out us drones and see how things are running."

Jenny walked over to Tony. "She never comes here to check things out. It's

always one of her assistants or her VP." She turned to look back at her friends. "I wonder what's up?"

Mike shrugged and fixed his tie. "Maybe because she hasn't been here in such a long time she wanted to see what the deal is? Maybe it's nothing."

Jenny nodded. "I hope you're right. In all the time I've worked here, I've never seen her. Want to hear something funny? Her older brother is Dean of the Business department at my school. He teaches the Ethics in Business class."

"Oh, spooky." Mike held up his hands in mock fear.

Jenny whacked him on the shoulder.

"I dunno, but Bane sent me to find you." Tony reached into his side pocket for a piece of gum.

Jenny rolled her eyes and pretended to cock a gun with her fingers, pressing it

against the side of her head.

Tonya laughed. "Well, dearies, I have to finish my rounds. Back into the fire you go." She gave Jenny a light push. Jenny followed Mike and Tony back down to the lobby where they would see The Barracuda in person.

* * * * *

Barbara wanted the day to be over. She glanced at her watch. It was just going on one o'clock and this afternoon had to be one of her shittiest in a decade. The morning went down the toilet the moment she arrived at the office. The third assistant she'd hired this year quit over the phone, her inbox had exploded with emails, which took hours to read and answer, and she'd had to reschedule a meeting with her accountant.

Now, scarfing down a granola bar as she rushed to her car to head out for an

appointment at the St. Jennings, she wondered what else could go wrong.

The drive took less than ten minutes in midday traffic. Before her driver, Ted,

could assist her, Barbara grabbed her briefcase, opened her door, and jumped out. Her bladder cramped from the pot of coffee she'd downed earlier, and the tear in her

stocking had expanded and lengthened.

"Ted, I might be a while. Don't wait around. I'll call you when I'm finished."

Ted tipped his hat and Barbara waved at him as she jogged into the hotel. One of

the bellhops nodded and opened the door for her. Under normal circumstances, she'd make her presence known right away, but nature called and her ruined stockings were unacceptable. She decided to forego the usual formalities.

Barbara found the women's bathroom near the lobby, made her way into a stall,

and hummed along to the Muzak playing from a speaker in the corner. She wondered, briefly, if the woman standing in front of the mirror sniffling had a cold or allergies.

After emptying her bladder, Barbara pulled her cover-up, lipstick and deodorant

from her bag and began to make some much-needed repairs.

While washing her hands at the sink, her gaze fell upon the woman who'd been

sniffing. Sitting in a chair to her right, the girl sobbed into a tissue with her head down.

Barbara grabbed a paper towel, dried her hands and told herself not to get involved.

Yeah, right.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

The woman looked up. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm having a bad day." She wiped her eyes with a tissue.

The young woman looked familiar, but Barbara couldn't place her. Jogging her

memory bank, she wondered where she'd seen her before. When the girl smiled,

Barbara felt a rush of warmth in the pit of her stomach.

The smile also gave Barbara an electric jolt between her legs. The sensation left her dumbfounded. The woman―her employee, Barbara surmised, based on the fact she

wore a St. Jennings uniform—might have swollen eyes and a red face from crying, but her smile exemplified her beauty. Barbara had seen many beautiful women, some she lusted after, others she respected, but something about this stranger with the giant teardrops and engaging smile sent a warm rush of lust and hunger coursing through her. A long time had passed since Barbara had such a delicious reaction.

Uncomfortable with her response to this stranger, she applied her makeup with a

shaky hand. The woman—at least ten years her junior—stood with a sigh.

From the corner of her eye, Barbara watched her wash her hands and pat her

cheeks with cold water. The girl looked down at her feet then back up at the mirror and made a face.

Aha! Starbucks. About a month ago. The moment her bathroom buddy lowered her head, Barbara knew where she'd seen her. The droopy-eyed girl had spilled coffee on her briefcase, the same briefcase lying at her feet right now.

Barbara couldn't contain her laugh. The girl was no teeny bopper as she'd first

thought.

The other woman looked a bit sheepish, and Barbara couldn't help but notice a

blush forming on her cheeks. How adorable, she thought, unable to remember the last time she'd blushed over anything.

When the woman straightened her uniform, Barbara zoned in on her chest—a

perfect size, in her opinion. The coat showed off those attributes very well, and Barbara wondered what the girl's nipples looked like. As she stared, she realized the woman was speaking to her, and she didn't catch the first part of her sentence because of the fantasy running through her head. "Excuse me?"

Barbara cleared her throat and tried to ignore her damp thong, and hoped her

hard nipples weren't showing through her blouse.

"Oh, don't mind me. I tend to talk to myself. My boss just reamed me out again.

I'm on a roll. This is twice in one day . . . oh, but listen to me. You're a guest and here I'm acting so unprofessional." She moved to leave the bathroom but Barbara grabbed her by her coat sleeve.

The girl lifted her eyebrow and gave her a wary smile.

Barbara reluctantly released her. "Forgive me. I'm not the type to accost

strangers, but I thought you might want to use some of my cover-up. I mean, you have a nice face, but with your crying, you look flushed . . . ." Barbara snapped her mouth shut. Stop rambling, Barbara. You're The Barracuda, for God's sake!

The woman looked in the mirror again and frowned at her reflection. "I guess it's a good thing I rushed this morning. I'm so not a morning person. If I had time to put on makeup, my mascara would have made me look like a raccoon." She chuckled at her own joke and Barbara joined in.

"Here, use some of mine. I can assure you I don't have a skin disease or acne."

"Thanks." She took the foundation from Barbara.

An inexplicable electric jolt ran through Barbara's hand as their fingers met. She watched as her new friend rubbed some concealer over her face and wondered if she experienced the same attraction.

"I guess I look better." Again, the girl smoothed down the front of her uniform and Barbara couldn't help but zone back in on her chest. This time she noticed her name tag . . . Jennifer.

Jennifer placed the foundation on the counter, checked her hair clip and licked

her lips. "I guess my saliva will have to do for now instead of lip gloss." She turned to Barbara. "Thanks again."

A frown flitted across Jennifer's face, so brief Barbara wondered if she'd

imagined it. The girl gave a quick shake of her head, a parting smile and walked from the room.

Barbara studied Jennifer's ass as she left the bathroom. Her back looked as nice as her front. She sat in the chair Jennifer had vacated and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to catch her breath. If she had a few more minutes, she'd get herself off. Why did Jennifer affect her like this? Hell, for a minute, she'd actually considered pushing the girl against one of the stalls and kissing her. Barbara couldn't stop staring when Jennifer licked her lips, and she felt a strange compulsion to lick them too.

Poor kid. She'd said she was having a bad day. Little did she know, it was

probably about to get a whole lot worse. If Barbara decided to cut jobs at the St.

Jennings in order to keep the place afloat, chances were good Jennifer would receive a pink slip. But in business and in Barbara's world, power and money mattered most. Not some luscious young thing with a great pair of tits and an ass she wanted to rub her face against.

Barbara stood and finished her toilette. She took one last glimpse in the mirror, pulled off her ruined stockings and flipped back her hair. The day had begun to look up. In a few more minutes she'd see her sleepy-eyed morning girl again.

Chapter Three

As Jenny walked back over to the front desk, she mulled over the last few

minutes. She knew she should have used the employee bathroom instead of the

women's room in the lobby, but hadn't wanted to embarrass herself when she broke

down in tears. Not many guests used the one in the lobby because they preferred to use the one in their room or the bigger one near the conference rooms. Not thinking about the backlash she'd suffer if anyone found out she'd broken one of the 'rules', Jenny had simply sat down in a lounge chair and cried her eyes out.

Jeffery had no right to treat her the way he did. Her major responsibility as his assistant involved straightening his office. But she'd forgotten this morning, because she'd spent so much time chatting with Tonya and Mike. Jeffery's office was always a mess and even though he'd never admit it, he needed her to keep control of his

paperwork and files. A neat freak like Jenny couldn't understand Jeffery's pack rat ways and why he liked clutter. On a normal day, she found the time to clean his office while he took his lunch break. But Jeffery didn't take his usual two hour lunch today because of his bundle of nerves over his meeting with the CEO. The minute he saw his desk was pretty much as he had left it, he called in Jenny and gave her another reprimand.

Even with the door closed, Jenny knew the others behind the front desk could

hear him yelling at her. Jeffery left in a huff afterward, and Jenny gave the office a quick cleaning before her tears blurred her vision and she could no longer see. She rushed to the nearest bathroom as soon as she put everything in order, not even stopping for Mike when he called out to her.

Thanks to the older, attractive woman, who'd been kind enough not to be

annoyed by her crying fit and nice enough to lend her makeup, Jenny felt in better spirits. She grew flushed thinking of the striking blonde, who seemed vaguely familiar.

I've seen her before, she thought. But where?

Mike was on the phone when she walked behind the front desk, lost in thought.

He finished his call and held out his arms. "Quick, while no one is looking," he said.

Jenny hugged him and they stood like that for a few moments. Mike kissed the

top of her head and she patted his back.

"Are we okay?" He pulled away and wiped his thumb down her cheek.

"As good as I can be. Do I look like I've been crying?" She wiped again at her eyes.

"I can tell, but only because I've seen you cry before and know what you look like when you do. Don't sweat it. Screw him."

The phone rang again and Mike answered it. Jenny looked to see if Jeffery lurked

nearby, and then breathed a sigh of relief when she found the coast was clear. The lobby was empty for the moment.

Mike hung up the phone. "Sure you're okay?" he asked, pushing away a few stray hairs that had come loose from Jenny's clip.

"Yeah. Today royally sucks."

Mike leaned his back against the desk.

"Be careful. Jeffery is on the war path," she said. "If he catches you lounging around like that, you'll be in deep shit."

Mike faced the front again, but crossed his arms. "Jeffery is such an asshole. He has no right to treat you that way. Maybe Jennings will fire the dick wad."

Jenny swallowed a laugh, looked down at the computer and typed in her

password. She wanted to look busy. "Please. He's related to The Barracuda. He gets a free pass. They're like two peas in a pod. I bet she has a stick up her ass too."

"There's the snarky spirit. We'll see soon. Jeffery mentioned The Barracuda wanted to have a meeting with the staff sometime today."

Jenny wanted to bang her head against the desk. "Perfect. Just perfect. Not only do I have to finish up my paper from hell, but I need to stop at the library and drop off some overdue books. I'm so done with this day."

Mike gazed out into the lobby. "Now this is interesting. Bane is over there talking to a woman in a ferocious suit. And she doesn't look pleased."

Jenny checked some of the available rooms for the week. She looked up and back

down. After a heartbeat she glanced up again. A lightheaded feeling washed over her and her stomach turned. Jeffery and the woman from the bathroom were engaged in an animated conversation.

"M-Mike. You don't think that's . . . ?"

The phone rang. Before Mike picked up the receiver, he whistled a few bars of

the Jaws' theme song and winked at Jenny.

Jenny froze and continued to look at Jeffery and the woman who'd caught her

crying, who were busy talking in the middle of the lobby. She couldn't believe she'd embarrassed herself the way she did in front of The Barracuda. She put her hands against her mouth and gasped. Oh no. Had she bad-mouthed Jeffery? A bead of sweat ran down the side of her face, and when Jeffery and the blonde began to walk toward the front desk, a sense of dread came over her. The Barracuda, considered to be one of the richest and most powerful women in New York City, stared right at her and looked like she wanted to chew her up and spit her out.

Another twinge of lust hit Barbara between the legs as she walked over to the

front desk where Jennifer stood. As soon as Barbra exited the bathroom, Jeffery had seen her coming and put on the charm. He was her third cousin on her father's side, and she saw the man a few times a year, and every time they ran into one another he acted like a major suck up. He looked nervous, which led her to believe he thought his job was on the line. Although a relative, he'd be treated like the rest of the staff. No special treatment for him.

She listened with half an ear as Jeffery droned on. She dreaded sitting in his

windowless office. Barbara had a fear of closed-in spaces. Her own office and home had many wide open areas, and there, she was good at keeping her claustrophobia under control. She wondered, after this day from hell, how long she'd last in Jeffery's tiny cubbyhole.

Jennifer and a man who looked to be close to her age acted as if they were

swamped. Barbara let out a small snort.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Jeffery asked.

"Ah, no. Just going over some things in my head," Barbara answered.

"Like the employee meeting later?" he asked in a booming voice. Both Jennifer and the other employee looked his way.

Barbara tried not to cringe. She glanced at the two curious faces.

Jennifer bit her lip, and Barbara thought she looked delightful.

"Of course, Jeffery. Would you mind introducing me to your two co-workers?"

Barbara motioned with her hand toward the front desk.

Jeffery gave her a look, as if he couldn't believe she'd even want to know their

names, but he followed along. "This is Michael MacGillicuty and Jennifer Caffey. They run the front desk."

Barbara noticed Jennifer's small frown again before she replaced it with a neutral look. Her curiosity piqued now, Barbara intended to find out why Jennifer seemed

displeased with Jeffery. For a second, she wondered if they were more than just co-workers, but then brushed off the idea. Jennifer didn't seem to be the type who'd be interested in a man like Jeffery. Perhaps she didn't find the male gender attractive?

Barbara smirked, thinking it would be too good to be true if that were so.

"Hello, I'm Barbara Jennings, the CEO of St. Jennings." She held out her hand.

Mike stepped forward and shook enthusiastically. "A pleasure, ma'am."

Barbara hid a frown over the "ma'am" thing. She pulled back her shoulders and nodded. She turned to Jennifer and held out her hand, waiting to see if she'd feel the same zing again when their hands touched.

Barbara grabbed Jennifer's hands in hers. Not as much of a zing as before, but

definitely something.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Jennings," Jennifer said, licking her lips.

Barbara had the urge to either hug her or nibble on the cute young thing's mouth.

Barbara held onto her hand. "It's nice to meet you also, Jennifer."

For a moment, they stared at one another and didn't break eye contact until

Jeffery cleared his throat.

"Now that you have these introductions out of the way, why don't we go into my office?" he said. "We'll order some lunch while we talk. Jenny can place the order for us.

Right, Jenny?"

Jennifer tried to pull her hand from Barbara's, but she held firm. A split second later, Barbara realized her slip-up and let go.

"Sure, Jeffery. Whatever you and Ms. Jennings need, I can do," Jennifer said with a broad smile.

What I would love for you to do is lay on this desk, open your legs and let me stick my tongue . . . . Barbara blinked and tried to dispel the sexual scenario playing out in her head.

She glanced around, but no one seemed to notice her zoning out. Jenny didn't

look at her. Jeffery moved away to have a whispered conversation with Mike, who

looked bored as Jeffery talked to him. She wanted to chat with Jenny some more, but Jeffery finished speaking with Mike and gestured with his hand toward his office.

"Shall we, Cousin?' he asked and reached out, placing an arm around her

shoulder.

Barbara swallowed a wise-ass retort and gave Jennifer one last look. The girl

looked sympathetic, as if she knew how Barbara felt about this intimate meeting.

As she walked past with Jeffery, she lightly brushed the side of her hand against Jennifer' s ass. Jennifer gave a little jump. Barbara glanced over her shoulder and looked at the girl for her reaction. Jennifer's face flushed and she fiddled with a pen. Barbara smiled, walked into Jeffery's office and settled back into a chair as he closed the door.

Before the end of the week her dry spell would be over. She and Jennifer would

both be wet as they brought each other pleasure. She would seduce the innocent-looking young woman if it was the last thing she did.

* * * * *

Jenny felt the sudden urge to run into the bathroom again and throw some cool

water on her face. When Ms. Jennings' hand touched her ass, she was shocked but also pleasantly surprised. It had to be an accident, but still.

"I need to use the bathroom again," Jenny said to Mike and would have rushed away, but he stopped her with a touch on her arm.

"Oh, no you don't, Caffey. I saw the looks Jennings kept giving you. She wanted to eat you up. Or maybe I should say, go down on you."

Jenny's mouth dropped open and she punched Mike's arm. "Michael Allen

MacGillicuty! Watch your mouth," she whispered. "They could hear you."

Mike snorted. "The door is closed, and I can bet you Jeffery is too busy running his mouth off. He's such a kiss-ass."

"You have no shame, do you?"

"Nope." He shrugged. "Bane keeps asking me out. He just won't quit. And I keep telling him no."

Jenny could no longer keep silent over what she saw between Mike and Jeffery

back in December. "Mike, don't act like you're the innocent party in all this. Remember the Christmas party last year? You and Jeffery were pretty chummy then. And you do tend to flirt with him from time to time."

"Listen, I blame the alcohol for the way I acted at the party. I learned my lesson pretty well after that," he grumbled and rubbed a hand over his mouth.

Jenny touched Mike's arm. "What did you—?" Before she could finish the phone buzzed.

"Jennifer?" Jeffery asked through the speaker.

Jenny picked up the phone and listened. A guest stood at the front desk and

Mike took care of them. Jenny hung up the phone and scribbled on a piece of paper.

"He wants me to order their lunch from Giovanni's."

Mike mumbled something under his breath. Jenny grabbed the phonebook to

place the food order. "What did you say?"

"Nothing. I just don't like the way he treats you. You think he would tell The Barracuda you're his assistant."

Jenny shrugged, not surprised in the least. "Why would I be upset? We both

know what type of guy Jeffery is. Plus, even if he told Ms. Jennings I'm his assistant, she wouldn't have cared anyway."

"I could be wrong, but she seems very interested in you. I can't believe how oblivious you are."

"Oh, come on. Jennings is one of the richest women in New York City. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if she ruled the whole east coast. I'm a little nobody trying to make my way through school and this job without going crazy. And besides, there's no way she's a lesbian." Jenny whispered the last part.

"Want to bet on it?"

"Mike, stop teasing me. I'm busy." She turned away from him and began to call for the take-out. If this were a fairytale, perhaps a woman like Barbara Jennings would go for plain old Jennifer Caffey, but this was real life. Nothing would happen between them even if she did gain the courage to try and find out if Barbara would give her the time of day.

Chapter Four

By the time their lunch had arrived, Barbara was starving. She tried to eat as

healthy as she could because she didn't have the time to cook homemade meals and

knew she could pack on the pounds from the stress and long days at work. While

Jeffrey wolfed down a meatball sub with a side order of mozzarella sticks, Barbara dug into her grilled chicken salad. Her mood had improved after Jennifer knocked on the door and came in to give them their food.

Barbara had tried to look disinterested when Jennifer put the food on the desk

and left without a word, but she hadn't been able to resist another peak at the young woman's ass. And God, what a fine ass. She definitely wouldn't mind releasing some tension with the fair Jenny. Barbara appreciated a fine butt as well as the next person, and found Jennifer's posterior as pleasing as her chest. Barbara lost herself in a sexual fantasy starring Jennifer, herself and her Jack Rabbit. It kept her mind off other things, such as the closed door and lack of windows. For the moment, she had her

claustrophobia under control. Too bad she couldn't say the same thing about her libido.

Jeffery chowed down. "So, Cousin, I'll send the employee files to your email. You can look them over. I'm not sure if you want to meet with everyone individually. I can always take that responsibility off your hands and give you my opinion."

She grabbed a napkin and handed it to him. "You have some sauce on your face and tie," she said, trying to hide her disgust.

"Shit." Jeffery wiped off his face and did the same with his tie. The spot continued to spread as he rubbed. "I guess this will have to go into the laundry. I have a spare one in my desk drawer. As you can, see I'm always prepared for the worst."

Barbara gave Jeffery a weak smile. "I can see." She put down her fork. "I'd like to meet with the staff. It will give me a better sense of the people who work for me. I think we should set up one-on-one meetings over the next few days."

"Do we tell them about the dismal numbers and what might happen in the next

few months?"

"No. We'll keep that piece of information to ourselves for the time being. I don't want everyone all of a sudden slacking off or searching for other work. I know from past situations, if you tell employees their jobs might be on the line, their work suffers. I still need the St. Jennings to be the best it can be up to the very last day."

"Ay, aye Captain. My lips are sealed." Jeffery leaned forward and wiped his damp face with a napkin. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you have enough dough to keep this place running for years. Why toss it aside now?"

Barbara slowly counted to five in her head before she lost her temper. "I

understand you have concerns over your own job—"

Jeffery held up his hands. "It's not that—"

"I appreciate your input and assistance in this matter, but the reason I may or may not sell is really none of your concern. Unless you are interested in applying for a position as one of my financial advisors, I would recommend you keep your mind on the staff here and doing your best to keep the hotel running to its fullest capacity. Do I make myself clear?"

Jeffery nodded and swallowed. "Y-yes Barbara. I'm sorry I've overstepped my

bounds. It won't happen again."

"Good." Barbara sat back, wondering how quickly she could get out of there now that she had put Jeffery in his place. She had a million things to do before the day ended. But all she could think about was seeing Jennifer Caffey again.

* * * * *

Jenny waited around to see Barbara, but as three o'clock rolled around and her

shift neared its end, she had no choice but to forgo the pleasure. It looked like the planned meeting fell through. She said a quick goodbye to Tonya and Mike, and with one last glance at Jeffery's closed office door, made her way to the New York City College library to drop off some books as well as pick up some more reading material for one of her classes. At least she had off from work tomorrow. But that meant three classes in a row and then four days of work where she would feel as spread thin as a cracker. Her big plans for tonight included writing the paper for her 9:00 a.m. class as fast as she could, vegging in front of the television then going to bed at a reasonable hour.

By the time Jenny left the library, it was going on five o'clock. She checked her cell phone and saw a text message from Tonya asking her to come to The Watering

Hole with her and Mike after eight when his shift ended. Jenny sighed, wishing she could. She sat at the kitchen table and typed away at her Economics paper. Her mind kept wandering back to the shocking way Barbara had touched her butt.

"Stop it, Jennifer Anne," she said. She had no time for romance or a love affair, least of all with a woman like Barbara.

I bet she has a string of lovers outside her bedroom door every night. Probably all male too. It would be too good to be true if Barbara preferred women over men.

Snap out of it, Caffey. She refocused on the task at hand, promising herself when she finished her paper she would Google Barbara's name.

Three hours later, Jenny stretched and let out a loud yawn. She pumped her fist

in the air, thrilled she'd finished writing her demon paper. This recent round of stress had passed. She rewarded herself by nuking some leftover pizza. As she ate, she

brought up the Internet and typed in Barbara's name. A list of links came up. The first one showed an article Barbara did five years ago for Fortune magazine.

Jenny clicked on the link and read about her employer. The article went on to

praise Barbara for being such a power house in the business world by the age of thirty.

At twenty-five, the same age Jenny was now, Barbara had taken over the business after her father's death, and in the five years she ruled, her net worth grew to almost a billion dollars.

"Wow." Jenny finished with her first slice of pizza. She couldn't imagine having a million dollars, let alone a billion.

She continued to read about how Barbara had become a person to be feared.

Many men assumed they could walk all over her because of her gender. But she proved them all wrong. Jenny smiled when she read the part where Barbara mentioned her

older brother, Christian Jennings, Dean of the Economics Department at New York

College, and Jenny's teacher as well. Stella, the youngest Jennings sibling and a famous artist, also was mentioned.

Jenny scanned the rest of the article but there was no mention of Barbara being in a relationship. And if Barbara preferred women like Jenny did, she didn't think Barbara would make such an announcement. A man admitting to be gay seemed to be more

acceptable than a woman coming out and announcing she was a lesbian.

Jenny rubbed her eyes, took one last look at the then-thirty-year-old Barbara, and went to check her email. Maybe she would go to The Watering Hole for a drink so she could unwind. If she sat here, she would read every bit of information she could find on Barbara.

"Ugh. You have it bad, kid." She rolled her eyes and finished her second slice of pizza. She felt too exhausted to go out. Instead, she would finish checking her emails, and stick with her original plan. A little television, then bed at a reasonable hour so she could be wide awake for class tomorrow.

"At least I'll get to see one member of the Jennings clan at school tomorrow."

Jenny snickered. She closed her laptop and decided to put on her pajamas. She sat on the couch in front of the television and clicked through the channels, but couldn't find anything to watch. Her gaze returned to her computer. It seemed to call to her. Jenny, come read about Barbara.

No longer able to deny the temptation, she turned off the television, grabbed her laptop and went into her bedroom. She sat on her bed and became glued to the screen as she read through every piece of information about Barbara she could find out. By the time she finished, she heard Mike come stumbling in, singing at the top of his lungs.

Jenny glanced at the alarm clock next to her bed and gasped. It was after midnight!

She cursed under her breath as she shut down her laptop. She had to keep her

mind on her studies and work. She had to stay focused, not spend all her time lusting after a tall, beautiful blonde who made her all hot and bothered.

As Jenny shut off the light, she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face. She swore her butt still tingled from the light caress of Barbara's hand. Sighing, she snuggled into her pillow, wishing Barbara's arms wrapped around her.

* * * * *

Jenny had just finished her final class for the day when she looked in her bag and noticed she failed to give her footnotes to Professor Jennings when she handed in her paper.

"Shit!" she said as she sat at her desk in the classroom. The few students who remained gave her amused looks. Jenny glanced down at her watch and bit back

another curse. Professor Jennings would be leaving soon. If she didn't get her footnote page to him before he left, he would lower her grade on her paper.

Jenny jumped up, ran out of the room and down the hall. Jennings' office was

across the street. She would have to book it in order to catch him. She couldn't believe she forgot something so simple. She didn't have everything together this morning

because she'd tossed and turned throughout the night, which made her groggy and out of sorts in the morning—all due to her thoughts of Barbara.

Yet another reason why she needed to get the woman off her mind.

She ran across the street as the light changed from red to green, barely missed

colliding with a group of students, but made it into the Economics building in less than two minutes without incident. She let out a few huffs, thinking she needed to start exercising more. Professor Jennings stood in the hall in front of his office, talking to a woman wearing an expensive gray suit. Jenny couldn't get a good look at the woman since her back faced her. The Professor had a big smile on his face as he laughed and rubbed the stranger's arm.

Jenny smiled. Could this be his sweetheart? She took a moment to regain her

breath, and with her paper in hand, walked toward the couple. Before she could

interrupt, Professor Jennings saw her and smiled.

"Jenny, what a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the honor of seeing you twice in one day?"

Jenny smiled at her favorite professor and had opened her mouth to explain,

when she finally got a good look at the woman beside him. Her mouth snapped shut.

"Um, Ms. J-Jennings?" she stuttered out in a squeaking voice.

"Hello, Jennifer. I'll echo my brother's thoughts and say how great it is to see you again." Barbara gave Jenny a big smile.

Jenny swallowed. Even though Barbara's smile looked friendly enough, her eyes

showed another thing altogether. The woman had her gaze zeroed in on her chest. And when Barbara licked her lips, Jenny's legs quivered.

Time seemed to stand still as Jenny stared at Barbara. Not until Christian started talking did both women snapped out of their mutual trance.

Jenny looked away first. "I'm sorry, Professor, what did you say?"

"I think it's a funny coincidence you work for Barbara, and I also happen to be your teacher."

"I guess it's a small world after all." Jenny fought the urge to shuffle her feet. She could feel Barbara's eyes on her, watching her every move.

"Yes, it certainly is a small world," Barbara said softly. "Chris and I just finished having coffee together. Too bad you couldn't join us."

Jenny looked everywhere other than at the woman in front of her. She rubbed the

back of her neck. There was no way she would have been able to sit there pretending to enjoy herself with both Barbara and her Professor.

"I guess it wasn't meant to be." She shrugged and turned back to speak to Christian.

Jenny noticed Barbara's frown. She ignored her.

"Professor Jennings, I have to apologize and I hope my grade won't be affected, but I found my footnotes page in my bag. I thought I had it in the folder along with my paper. I wanted to catch you before you left for the day." She held out the paper and he took it.

Christian looked more than surprised. "I must say I'm impressed, Miss Caffey.

Most students would wait until the next day to find me. Thank you for being

considerate. You don't have to worry about your grade." He gave Jenny a warm smile.

Barbara cleared her throat. Christian looked down at her and rubbed her arm.

"Sorry there, sis." He pushed his glasses back up his nose.

Jenny thought he looked charming and knew many of her female classmates

thought the professor to be a very attractive man. He looked a bit like Jude Law. If Jenny liked men, he'd be right up her alley.

Her smile faltered when she noticed Barbara giving her a disgusted look. Her

heart jumped. Had she done something wrong?

Christian looked down at his watch. "It's almost five and I have to get to the dry cleaners before they close." He hugged Barbara. "Thanks for the nice chat. Want me to walk you to your car?"

Barbara gave her brother a pat on the back. "There's no need. Please go. I have to ask a Jennifer a question."

He nodded and looked back at Jenny. "Have a good weekend, Jenny. I'll see you on Monday." Christian picked up his bag and walked away. He gave one last wave back at both the women and walked out of the building.

Jenny watched him go. "Your brother is such a great person and one of the best teachers I've ever had." She turned to look back at Barbara and swallowed hard when she saw the flash of anger in the other woman's eyes.

"Um, is something wrong?" Jenny asked cautiously.

Barbara raised one of her eyebrows. "You and my brother get along pretty well.

He's a good looking guy. I can see why you would have a crush on him."

Jenny rubbed at the tension growing in the back of her neck. Could her boss be

jealous? What did her statement mean? Perhaps honesty was the best thing in this case.

Barbara could make her life miserable and force her to lose her job, and perhaps

whisper some words of warning in her brother's ear.

"You think I have a crush on Professor Jennings?" Jenny couldn't help but blush.

She looked up and down the hallway and held her book bag tight against her chest. "I know some of the girls like him because he's a handsome man. But I'm not interested in him that way."

"Why not? You already have a boyfriend?" Barbara moved in closer to Jenny.

Jenny shuffled her feet. "Um, no. It's a . . . I'm not interested in men. I, ah . . . like girls, I mean women. Crap, I'm a lesbian." She looked up. Barbara no longer appeared angry and had a blank look on her face. Jenny's embarrassment grew and she wanted to leave as fast as she could before she humiliated herself any further.

"I think I should go now. Bye, Ms. Jennings."

She began to walk away, but Barbara grabbed her by the arm. Jenny stopped.

"Don't leave yet. I know I don't have any right to ask you about your sexual preference or even your personal life. I hope I haven't offended you." Barbara caressed the skin of her inner elbow with her thumb.

Jenny swallowed back a whimper and her stomach jumped. "Oh no. I'm not

offended. I don't announce it to everyone. People think I'm straight. I wish I were.

Things would be so much easier."

Barbara snorted. "Isn't that the truth?"

"Huh?" Jenny asked, trying to form a coherent thought. Impossible, with Barbara's hand on her arm.

"I'm just thinking out loud." Barbara released Jenny's arm. "I have a work-related question. In the next few days I'll be meeting with everyone at the hotel. It's more like a review of everybody's work. If you're free right now, would you like to get a bite to eat, my treat of course, and we can discuss your responsibilities at the hotel?"

"Yes." Jenny blurted out.

Barbara smiled at her.

"Great. We can—"

Jenny's stomach chose that moment to growl loudly. "Oh my god." Jenny's face heated. "I guess I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since noon."

"I know the perfect place to feed your hunger." Barbara winked.

Jenny could only stare. Had her boss—one of the richest women in New York

City—actually just winked at her? She shook her head. She had to be seeing things.

"Er . . . okay. Well, I'm ready when you are."

Barbara linked her arm through Jenny's. "Yes, dear, let's go. We'll take my

Porsche; I parked next door."

Jenny's mouth dropped open and Barbara laughed

* * * * *

If someone had told Jenny she would have spent the afternoon riding in a

Porsche and eating at one of the most expensive steakhouses in the city, she would have laughed in their face. But here she stood in Taylor's, where the entrees cost upwards of thirty dollars and the price of a bottle of wine would set her back a whole week's paycheck. At least she picked a black skirt and nice, dark red button-down shirt to wear today, instead of her decade-old jeans and some t-shirt with a cheesy logo in the middle.

Not that anybody seemed to care.

The moment Barbara walked in, the maître d and hostess both gave her a big

hug. Even the owner came over. Jenny felt a bit out of place, but when Barbara

introduced her to the staff, they welcomed her with open arms as if they'd known her for years.

As she and Barbara followed the hostess to a booth in the back corner, Jenny

noticed patrons whispering to one another. She heard Barbara's name mentioned

several times, and more than a few diners watched them as they walked over to their table. They probably wondered what a normal, mundane woman was doing with

someone so glamorous. Barbara didn't seem to notice as she chatted away with Taylor Jackson. Jenny followed along, feeling a little lost and a whole lot out of place.

Their booth faced away from the center of the room, providing privacy and

intimacy. Perhaps a little too much intimacy, Jenny thought as she slid in and placed her backpack beside her. Barbara joined her, and Taylor handed them menus. Although the booth was large, Jenny and Barbara sat close together in the middle.

"Ladies, enjoy your dinner. I'll bring you a bottle of my best red wine, on the house of course." Taylor winked and went back into the kitchen.

Jenny glanced around in awe, trying to wrap her mind around the fact she sat in

a booth at one of the biggest hotspots in the city. Barbara chuckled. Jenny couldn't help but smile in return.

"This is amazing. When you mentioned dinner, I thought we would get a quick

bite somewhere. This is just . . . wow."

Barbara reached down and patted Jenny's leg. "I have a standing reservation. My father invested in Taylor's when it first opened. I used to come here as a little girl almost every week for dinner with my dad."

"This is so nice. Thank you so much for doing this." Jenny looked down at Barbara's hand lying on her leg. She wanted to place her own hand on top, but resisted the urge. Instead, she opened her menu and studied the entrees. Barbara removed her hand and sat back.

"Aren't you hungry?" Jenny asked when she noticed Barbara's menu remained closed.

"Don't mind me. I know the menu by heart. Go ahead and order what you want."

Jenny nodded and turned her attention back to the list of entrées. A moment later she gasped. "Oh, dear lord. There is no way." She closed the menu and pushed it aside.

Barbara put her chin in her hand and placed her elbow on the table. "No way?"

Jenny shook her head. "Have you seen the prices here?"

"Of course. Like I said, I know the menu by heart."

Jenny rolled her eyes. "You must think I have no class. I do go to nice restaurants from time to time. But the prices here are a bit out of my normal range."

Barbara patted Jenny's leg again. "Don't worry. I told you dinner's on me. Think of this as a business dinner. You're the client and I'm wining and dining you."

Jenny knew it was pointless to argue. Why not let Barbara pay?

"Okay, Ms. Jennings. I won't argue." Unable to think straight with Barbara's hand on her leg, she fingered the menu instead and watched as a waiter came over with a bottle and showed it to Barbara. Barbara nodded and the waiter opened it.

"Call me Barbara." She gave Jenny a pointed look, and as the waiter poured her a glass of wine, she released Jenny's leg.

Jenny let out a small breath and watched as Barbara drank a small portion of the

wine. Barbara nodded in approval and the waiter poured them both a glass.

"My name is James," he said, "and I'll be your waiter for tonight. Please enjoy your drinks and I'll give you a few more minutes to look over the menu." He gave them a brief nod and walked away.

Jenny ignored her wine in favor of the ice water. Her throat felt parched, and she drained half the glass in one swallow.

Barbara took a deep sip of her wine. She looked at Jenny and raised a brow. "Is there a problem? You don't like wine?

Jenny made a face. "I don't drink very often, but when I do, it's always beer."

"Or coffee?" Barbara gave her an odd little smile.

"Oh yeah. I need coffee every morning or I'm a zombie for the rest of the day."

"Do you like Starbucks? What about the one on Twenty-Ninth and Park?"

Jenny took another sip of her water. "I go there all the time. Do you?"

Barbara rolled her eyes. "You honestly don't remember? You bumped into me

one Monday morning last month. You stood behind me in line, wearing a baseball cap that covered your whole face. You looked like you were ready to tip over from lack of sleep, and when you got your coffee you spilled it all over your yellow t-shirt and my briefcase."

Oh, my god. Oh, shit. Jenny covered her mouth and shook her head. "Oh no.

You're going to fire me."

Barbara laughed and pulled Jenny's hands away from her mouth. "Calm down.

No one is being fired. You looked so familiar in the bathroom. At first I couldn't place you. But then it all came rushing back."

"That's the first time I ever did something so stupid. I'm not much of a morning person. But I'm trying to be more aware of my surroundings. Don't let that first

impression make you think I'm like that at work." Jenny decided now might be a good time to develop a taste for wine. She picked up her glass and took a long pull, hoping the alcohol would calm her nerves.

"Jennifer, you're worrying too much. I didn't bring it up to embarrass you.

Seriously. I think it's funny. Talk about a coincidence." Barbara reached to stop Jenny from gulping down the last of her wine. "Sip, don't guzzle. I want you to close your eyes and put the glass up to your nose."

Jenny frowned but did what Barbara requested.

"Now inhale the aroma. Open your eyes and swirl the liquid in the glass around.

Good. Now take a slow sip and don't swallow it right away. Let it sit in your mouth for a few seconds."

As Jenny took a sip, some of the wine missed her mouth and dripped down her

chin. Jenny opened her eyes when Barbara wiped the drop of wine off her chin with one of her fingers.

Jenny didn't say a word as Barbara's tongue came out and licked away at the

wine on her finger. Heart racing, Jenny took another sip of her wine.

"What do you think?" Barbara asked in a whisper and moved in closer.

Jenny's eyelids fluttered as Barbara's breath drifted over her face. "It's pretty delicious."

"I thought so. You should be daring and try something different now and then.

Don't you think?"

Jenny's cheek brushed Barbara's. They were close enough to kiss.

"Well ladies, have you decided?" James stood by the table, bread basket in hand.

The moment shattered, both women moved apart. Jenny blushed and chugged

her wine. Barbara looked like she wanted to ring James's neck. Instead, she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, yes, James, I think we both know what we want."

* * * * *

After that small interlude, the atmosphere changed. Jenny and Barbara kept their

physical distance and concentrated on their meal. Jennifer had insisted she had no idea what she wanted and had asked Barbara to order for her. Barbara decided they would have the house salad, the flank steak entrée with a vegetable medley and Taylor's

famous au gratin potatoes.

"Tell me about your family, Jennifer. Any brothers or sisters?" Barbara asked a she dug into her steak.

Jennifer took a few sips of her wine. "No siblings. Just me. My parents live in Asbury Park. Dad works for the town as a building inspector, and Mom teaches

kindergarten."

"I'm surprised you're still in school. Why has it taken you so long?" Barbara shot off the question without a second thought.

"I didn't go to college right away because I didn't know what I wanted to do.

Yeah, I know it's taking me longer to graduate, but I can promise you I'll have my degree in Economic and Business Management by next spring." Jennifer jabbed her potatoes with her fork, not meeting Barbara's eye.

Sensing Jennifer's discomfort, Barbara placed her hand on her arm and squeezed.

"There is no need to be ashamed because you didn't further your education right away.

Now stop playing with your food and let's enjoy our meal."

Jennifer nodded and began eating again. Barbara moved to brush back a stray

lock of Jennifer's hair but stopped at the last minute and went back to her meal. She had overstepped too many lines as it was and needed to keep her hands to herself before she did something in public that would embarrass them both.

By the time they finished their main courses, Barbara knew almost everything

about Jennifer Caffey. Every time Jennifer tried to ask Barbara a question about herself, she would give a quick answer and turn the conversation back around. Barbara wanted to know as much as she could about the young woman who'd captured her interest.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what do your parents think about you

being interested in women over men?"

Jennifer chewed her steak and swallowed. "I came out to my parents after my

twenty-second birthday. I always knew I preferred women over men. I had an on again off again relationship with my floor monitor my freshman year of college. We hit it off pretty well. I knew after that I couldn't lie to myself or anyone I cared about." She finished drinking her third glass of wine.

Barbara wanted to ask for another bottle, but on second thought she decided

they best not overindulge. After this last glass she would cut Jennifer off. Feeling good, yes. Falling down drunk, no.

"You've never been with a man then?"

Jennifer giggled. "Once last year. Wait. No, maybe two or three years ago. I hooked up with one of Mike's straight friends just to see what it would be like."

Barbara finished eating and placed her fork on the table. She took a sip of her

own wine. "Did you enjoy your experience?"

"Boring. We were a bit tipsy and after twenty minutes he rolled over and fell asleep." Jennifer snorted into her wine as she downed the last swallow.

Barbara snorted also. "It's been a few years since you've been with a woman?"

Jennifer nodded. "Yup. It's been way too long." She covered her mouth. "I can't believe I just said that. Sorry. TMI. Shouldn't we be talking about my job performance?"

Jennifer picked up the empty bottle and tried to pour herself another glass.

Barbara grabbed the bottle out of Jennifer's hand. "It's empty and I think you've had enough. Don't you have to get up early tomorrow?"

Jennifer pushed her plate away. "Yup. Right at the ass crack of dawn. I have to be in at seven. Yippy."

"I know the feeling. I have to be up very early also." Wouldn't it be great to get up together and enjoy some pre-work nookie? Barbara lost herself in the fantasy.

"Barbara?"

"I'm sorry, Jennifer, what did you say?"

"I said, I know this is supposed to be about me, but what about you? Are you like me?"

"Like you?"

"Yeah. Single?"

Barbara snickered and finished her wine. She'd expected Jennifer to ask her

about her sexual preference. "Unfortunately I am. It's hard to have a relationship when you work over twelve hours a day and almost every weekend. I'm also very picky."

"Picky how?" Jennifer traced the rim of her wine glass with her finger.

Barbara reached out, grabbed Jennifer's hand and pulled it down onto the seat

next to her leg. "I'm picky just like you are. I'm a lesbian also."

Jennifer bit her lip and looked thoughtful. "Oh? I wasn't sure. I couldn't find anything about your personal life or dating preferences in the on-line articles I read."

Barbara smiled, both surprised and pleased. "You've read up on me?"

"Uh huh." Jennifer nodded and looked down at Barbara's hand.

Barbara rubbed her thumb against the inside of Jennifer's wrist. "Your pulse is beating a mile a minute. Are you nervous about something?'

Jennifer shook her head but as Barbara moved to stroke up and down her arm,

Jennifer looked around, her gaze darting from Barbara's hand to the people sitting at the nearest tables.

"It's okay," Barbara assured her. "The booth walls are high enough to provide privacy."

"I, ah, can't think when you do that. Maybe I did have too much wine." Jennifer whispered.

Barbara dropped her hand into Jennifer's lap and started moving her fingers

toward the girl's crotch when their waiter reappeared. He acted oblivious to what he interrupted.

"Will there be anything else, ladies?"

Barbara pulled her hand from Jennifer's lap. Jennifer leaned her head back

against the booth. She looked very relaxed, and Barbara wouldn't be surprised if she fell asleep. At least one of them would get some rest tonight. Barbara's lust was ready to consume her and she couldn't sit still any longer.

"We'll take the check. Thank you." She gritted her teeth and smiled. She needed release and didn't think it would be proper to take Jennifer back into the bathroom for some grinding and kissing.

James placed the check on the table. "Thank you for your patronage, Ms.

Jennings. Please come again." He winked and smiled.

Barbara laughed as he walked away. Maybe he hadn't been as oblivious as she'd

thought.

Chapter Five

Barbara sped down the road as she drove Jennifer home. Jennifer remained quiet

as they made their way back to her apartment in Brooklyn. In less than ten minutes the night between them would be over and back they would return to their polite and

professional relationship. Barbara gripped the steering wheel in frustration. She blamed her foul mood on her being horny and the fact she and Jennifer shouldn't have anything together. They came from two different worlds. Tonight proved it by the way Jennifer reacted to the restaurant.

Jennifer looked out the window and hadn't said more than two words to her

when they got into the car. Something changed between them and Barbara had no clue what ran through the girl's mind. Whatever it was, she didn't like it.

"Are you okay, kiddo? Do you feel sick?" Barbara asked. She reached over and pulled Jennifer's hair away from her face.

Jennifer turned her head to look at Barbara. "Just a little tired, Ms. Jennings."

Barbara let out a small huff. Back to 'Ms. Jennings', were we?

"You can turn here. My building is on the corner." Jennifer turned her gaze to the road.

Barbara parked the car in front of Jennifer's apartment and turned off the

ignition. The streetlight overhead was apparently burnt out or broken. The street was dark and deserted.

"Pretty quiet here?" Barbara asked as she tapped her nails on the steering wheel.

"Yeah. Everyone in this neighborhood is in by dark. No one roams the streets that much. I guess they're all tired from working. But it's a pretty safe neighborhood."

She looked up at the building. "Mike doesn't seem to be home yet. There aren't any lights on. I guess he is at The Watering Hole. He has a crush on the bartender—"

Barbara cut off her words with a kiss, pressing her lips gently but insistently

against Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer sat there in stunned silence. When she didn't respond, Barbara raised her head. She held Jennifer's face in a tight grip and moaned. She wanted to feel Jennifer's tongue against her own.

"Jennifer." She gave her another tiny peck. "Please, let me in. Let me make you feel good."

"Yes please," Jennifer whispered, ever so politely. She touched her tongue against Barbara's.

Barbara let out another moan and deepened the kiss. Jennifer inhaled and sighed.

She turned her head to the side and Barbara kissed her harder. Both moaned in unison and Jennifer reached out and wrapped her arms around Barbara's waist.

Barbara released her seat belt then unhooked Jennifer's. She should have given a

quick look out the windows, but didn't want to break the mood or draw Jennifer's

attention to where they were. She was on a mission to make Jennifer come, and she hoped she might find a little relief too.

Jennifer allowed Barbara to take control. She moaned as Barbara rubbed her

cheeks with her thumbs, and her fingers caressed each side of her mouth.

"Oh Jennifer. You undo me." Barbara whispered against her mouth and then dipped her head to suck on her neck.

Jennifer's hand fell away from Barbara's waist. Barbara glanced down to see

Jennifer rubbing her crotch. She chuckled against Jennifer's throat and gave her a nip.

Jennifer flinched.

"That's my job." Barbara whispered and placed her hand on top of Jennifer's.

"I ache. I need . . . I need . . . ."

"I know what you need, kiddo." Barbara looked her straight in the eye and gave her another deep kiss. Jennifer's head fell back against the passenger side window. She squirmed in her seat.

Barbara moved in closer and pressed her pussy against Jennifer's leg. She pulled

Jennifer's hand from between her legs and replaced it with her own, reaching beneath Jennifer's skirt and staring into her eyes. She found bare flesh and Jennifer shuddered.

She looked frightened and Barbara kissed her fear away, keeping her hand on Jennifer's knee until she relaxed again. When she did, Barbara moved her hand up higher.

Barbara could feel the heat blazing from between Jennifer's legs. Jennifer moaned as Barbara placed her palm against Jennifer's damp, cotton-covered pussy. She shifted her palm back and forth. Jennifer's eyes closed and she panted against Barbara's lips.

Barbara kissed her again and unbuttoned Jennifer's shirt. When she reached the last button, she pulled the edges away to reveal a white lacy bra, easy to unclasp in the front.

God must have been smiling down upon her that night, because with one flick of

her hand, she undid the bra and Jennifer's breasts fell out. Barbara couldn't see the color of Jennifer's nipples in the dim light. Sometime in the future she would discover if they were pink or tan, but for now she would settle for touching them, for exploring their texture.

Jennifer's eyes flickered open and shut. Barbara ducked her head, kissing

Jennifer's exposed breast. She drew one hard nipple into her mouth. Jennifer let out a strangled sound and laid her hand on top of Barbara's head as if to keep her there. Her mouth and tongue lapped over Jennifer's breast and her hand slid into Jennifer's

panties, pushing a finger through her trimmed pussy hair to circle her inner lips.

Jennifer's head rolled to the side as Barbara stroked her clitoris.

Barbara grinded her crotch against Jennifer's leg. Jennifer reached down and

grabbed Barbara's hand, guiding her movements.

"Right there." Jennifer moaned.

Barbara licked the side of Jennifer's throat and pressed her hand down again.

"Did I find your sweet spot?"

Jennifer gasped. " Yes! "

"Good, baby . . . I want you come all over my hand." Barbara suckled Jennifer's other breast.

"Oh, help," Jennifer whispered.

She convulsed and Barbara latched onto Jennifer's neck as Jennifer's inner pussy

muscles milk her fingers. The sensation sent Barbara over the edge. She gave one last grind against Jennifer's knee and began to gush. She bit down a bit too hard on

Jennifer's neck. She whimpered and Barbara sat back, breathing hard.

When both their tremors subsided, Jennifer looked over at Barbara. Barbara

leaned her head against Jennifer's shoulder and took deep breaths, completely sated for the first time in way too long.

Barbara glanced up at Jennifer with a drowsy smile. "Oh baby, that was so good."

She gave her a kiss and moved her hand against her pussy. Jennifer didn't kiss her back, but Barbara dismissed the oddity, lost in her own little bubble of happiness. "Let's go up to your place where I can show you what else I can do with my mouth. I want to eat you out and feel your juices all over my face."

Jennifer blinked once. "No." She removed Barbara's hand and frowned. "Please, I need to leave now." Her voice shook, and she quickly pulled herself together, unlocked the door and started to get out.

"Wait, Jennifer." Barbara grabbed onto her arm, trying to remain composed.

"Calm down. Let's talk about this."

Jennifer glanced back at her over her shoulder. In the dim shadows of the car

light, she looked mussed, with a sheen of sweat on her face and smudged mascara. She also looked very vulnerable. Barbara's heart ached at the sight.

"Please, Ms. Jen—I mean, Barbara. I have to go."

Barbara studied her for a moment, wondering what thoughts were running

through her mind. Was she frightened? Embarrassed? Still horny? "Come on; let's go up to your place—"

Jennifer pulled her arm away. "I can't do that without wanting . . . please let me go."

Barbara released her. She wanted to lean over and kiss her into staying, but knew if she did, if she forced the issue, she could lose her forever. "Fine, go now. I know you must be stunned by what just happened. God knows I am. But, I will promise you this.

It's not over between us. We need to talk about what happened."

Jennifer nodded and licked her lips.

The tiny motion drew Barbara's attention and she had to exert all her willpower

not to lean forward and kiss her again. She didn't like being denied something and wanted to scream. Instead, she ran her hand down Jennifer's hair. Jennifer shrank away, and Barbara let out a soft sigh and sat back. "Good night, Jennifer."

"Good night." Jennifer stepped out of the car and walked on unsteady feet to her front door. Barbara watched as she opened the door and closed it behind her. A minute later the lights came on in the upstairs apartment.

Barbara sat there in all her disheveled glory. She banged the back of her head

against the headrest and groaned. One of the best sexual experiences she ever had happened in a parked car on an open street. She smiled because she wouldn't change anything.

"Go hide away, Jennifer Caffey. I'll give you a few days, but then I'm coming back for you and won't take no for answer." Barbara spoke in the empty car. She put her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, savoring Jennifer's sweet cream. She had been right; Jennifer tasted just as good as she'd imagined and now her addiction for the young woman had grown into an obsession.

* * * * *

The rain came down in rapid sheets, pounding against the windowpane. Jenny

groaned and pulled the blankets up over her head. She hadn't slept for shit the night before, had tossed and turned for hours. If only she'd allowed Barbara to come up and finish what they'd started, then she would be relaxed and excited to start the day.

Instead, it was almost six in the morning and she felt as gloomy as the day outside.

Jenny pushed the blankets down and stared up at the ceiling. Tears of frustration prickled her eyes. What an idiot. Not only had she done the wrong thing by fooling around with her boss in a car, but she couldn't stop thinking about their encounter.

Couldn't deny she wanted more. Barbara's kisses and touches were unlike anything she had ever felt, but Jenny couldn't use that as an excuse for her behavior. She'd just sat there and allowed Barbara to touch her, kiss her, make her come.

Back in college, she and her hall monitor, Sarah, kissed and touched, but never

with such passion, such complete abandon. When she had gained the courage to ask if she could taste Sarah's pussy, the girl had pushed her away, disgusted, and soon after things ended between them.

Now Jenny had a skilled woman who seemed more than willing to explore all

aspects of sex and love—aspects Jenny had never experienced.

"Love? You are so wrong, Caffey," Jenny mumbled under her breath. Lust and physical attraction? Yes. A small crush? Quite possible. But love? No way would she put herself in such a vulnerable position. No doubt, Barbara viewed her as child. She even called her 'kiddo'. Jenny liked the nickname, but they could never have anything long-lasting between them. They were from two totally different worlds. Jenny still needed to find her way through life, was still insecure about so many things. Barbara was mature, and just like her nickname stated, a barracuda both in business and in life.

The way Barbara seduced her in the car proved as much.

Jenny sat up and turned off her alarm before it had a chance to buzz. Her brain

felt fuzzy and too big for her skull. Thank god she'd showered the night before. She'd had to wash away the sweat and heady smell of sex on her skin.

She glanced at the window and sighed. What a shitty day. For a moment, she

considered calling out sick, but in all the years she worked for the hotel she'd never missed a day. She wouldn't start now.

Instead, she would suck it up and pray Barbara didn't come to the hotel today. If she did, Jenny decided she'd just help housekeeping again. Out of sight, out of mind would be the best thing, under the circumstances.

* * * * *

Jenny wanted to scream as the day moved too slowly for her sanity. Restless and

bored, she went about her tasks, willing the time to move faster. The rain continued to come down in a torrent and seemed to affect everyone's mood.

The moment Jenny clocked in she'd gone to Jeffery and asked him if he had any

projects for her to work on. For some reason, he alone acted cheerful, and he seemed extraordinarily appreciative for her volunteering. The project he gave her involved cleaning out his three file cabinets . . . paperwork he hadn't put to order in years. She welcomed the busy work, hoping to keep her mind off a certain woman and what that woman had done to her last night.

As she pulled yet another file from the cabinet, she felt a little twinge in her neck.

Damn, Barbara. Jenny still couldn't believe the woman had given her a hickey. Her shirt covered most of the mark, but every so often her collar would shift and if someone looked too close they would see the dime-sized purple bruise. At least Mike hadn't been awake when she went to work this morning. He had Thursdays and Fridays off and

slept in those two days. If he saw the hickey, he would grill her until she told him who gave it to her. And even though he was one of her dearest friends, she didn't feel comfortable telling him about last night. She wouldn't feel comfortable telling anyone about last night.

As the day wore on, she kept looking at the clock, and kept Jeffery's office door open to see when Barbara would arrive.

By one o'clock, Jenny needed a break. She walked out of the office when she saw

Barbara enter the hotel wearing a tan raincoat and carrying a big black and white umbrella. Jeffery left his post behind the concierge desk and met Barbara in the middle of the lobby.

"Crap." Jenny squeaked and scurried back into Jeffery's office. Safely out of sight, she spied on her two bosses from behind the half opened door.

Barbara kept glancing over at the front desk, even though she talked with Jeffery.

I wonder if she's looking for me.

The hickey on her neck throbbed and her bladder screamed for release. Despite

her desire to stay off Barbara's radar, Jenny quickly realized she couldn't hide all day.

With her bladder winning the battle, Jenny gathered her courage, and, head held high, walked out of the office. She went through the lobby and toward the women's

bathroom where she first met Barbara. As she passed the two, Jeffery stopped her.

"Jennifer, Ms. Jennings and I have been discussing scheduling in meeting times with the staff. We want to meet with each one of you at designated times starting tomorrow. I need you to talk to the housekeeping staff and schedule in half-hour blocks starting tomorrow at ten so they can meet with Ms. Jennings and me."

"Of course, Jeffery." Jenny's bright voice hid her anxious feelings. Despite her nervousness, she turned to address Barbara. "Glad to see you again, Ms. Jennings."

Barbara smiled and nodded. "It's very nice to see you again, Jennifer."

Jenny nodded and excused herself, but as she turned to walk away, Barbara

spoke.

"Oh, and Jennifer, don't forget to schedule a time for yourself tomorrow. There is much I would like to discuss with you."

Jenny gave Barbara a small smile. "Of course. Whatever you say. Excuse me." She scampered away toward the bathroom. She knew the interview wouldn't be about

business, just like last night's 'business dinner' had been a sham. Barbara obviously intended to continue with her seduction. And as Jenny stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she couldn't decide if her frazzled nerves were an indication of her excitement at the prospect, or her body's way of forewarning her to be careful.

* * * * *

Barbara let Jennifer go on her merry way. She and Jeffery went on a tour of the

hotel and discussed all the good and bad points of the building. Jeffery surprised her.

He seemed to know the hotel very well and he apparently enjoyed his job, even though the employees they came in contact with were more polite than friendly, an indication there might be harsh feelings lying just beneath the surface.

They also went over the plan for the next day, and by the time they returned to

his shoebox of an office, the day was nearly over and Jenny was nowhere in sight.

Jeffery picked up a sheet of paper from his desk. "Ah, the list you asked Jenny to make." Jeffery studied the paper. "This looks great. Between the two of us we should be able to go through half the housekeeping staff tomorrow and finish the rest on

Saturday. Jenny's put her name on here, also. Good. Sometimes I worry where that girl's head is."

Barbara looked at Jeffrey in surprise. "What do you mean? Jennifer seems to be skilled at her job. She doesn't seem to be the lazy type."

Jeffery sat back in his office chair and tapped a pencil against his desk. "She's okay. Better than her juvenile buddies, Mike and Tonya. Tonya works in housekeeping.

You'll meet her tomorrow. All those two talk about is going out to the bars or picking up their next lay. Tonya just separated from her husband. Sometimes they can be so immature. I guess their ages do show."

Barbara frowned at Jeffery's reference to Jennifer and her friends' ages. She

already felt uneasy about the subject. "We were all like that once. Don't you remember what it's like to be, what, twenty-three, twenty-five?"

"I guess you're right. But were we ever like these kids? We were old before our time."

Barbara couldn't stand the pencil tapping and pulled the offending object out of

Jeffery's hand. "Perhaps we can learn something from them."

"All work and no play? Yeah. I wouldn't mind . . . ."

"Wouldn't mind what?" Barbara asked.

Jeffery rubbed his chin and grimaced. "Never mind. What I do know is that

Jenny isn't all work. She has a hickey on her neck that wasn't there on Tuesday."

Barbara frowned. "Jeffery. There are more important things to worry about.

Gossiping about Jennifer Caffey having a hickey is a waste of valuable time." She sounded too harsh even for her own ears and hid a grimace behind her hand.

Jeffery tensed and squirmed in his chair. "Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just nice to have someone to talk to who's on my level. Everyone I'm in charge of is too young or acts like I have the plague. I guess that's what it's like to be forty and work in an environment where everyone is on the flip side of twenty. Even if we wanted to have a relationship with anybody here, we would have to be very careful. Not only are they young, but then there's the whole 'sexual harassment in the workplace' thing. Can you imagine if either one of us went after one of these kids? We'd be crucified."

Barbara didn't like to hear it, but Jeffery did have a point. She rose from her

chair. Jeffery did the same. "I do believe we're finished here. I'm going back to the office.

See you tomorrow morning."

"Right-o, Cuz."

Barbara waved and left, internally wincing over Jeffery's annoying use of slang.

She drove back to her office, thankful the rain stopped and the sun had come out, but unfortunately her mood had taken a nose dive. Everything pointed to the fact that a relationship between her and Jennifer would be virtually impossible. The only way they could be together would be if they kept their affair quiet. Barbara felt like a character in one of those maudlin romance novels she'd loved to read as a teenager. She'd become a cliché as the business tycoon who'd seduced the virginal and innocent secretary into being her mistress. But then again, didn't they say life reflects art, and sometimes truth is stranger than fiction?

Chapter Six

For the second night in a row, Jenny couldn't sleep. She had an extreme case of

insomnia she couldn't cure. She drank hot milk, read her boring school books and even took a warm bath. Nothing seemed to work. She tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable spot in her bed. Every once in awhile, she'd drift off, only to dream of Barbara and their make out session in the car, then she'd wake up all flustered and frustrated. Masturbating didn't help. She wanted Barbara's mouth and fingers to bring her to satisfaction.

Jenny awoke up to a blue-skied, sunny, near perfect morning, but she was in a

piss poor mood as she left her apartment. She wished her hickey would fade. The damn thing glowed as bright as a beacon. She had a feeling today would be a pretty rotten one.

When she arrived at work she threw herself right into her duties. With Jeffery

busy in meetings, Jenny had to cover the concierge desk all day. Things picked up around the time Jeffery came in at nine thirty for his first meeting. Jenny was surprised Barbara hadn't come in yet and kept sneaking glances at the front entrance, watching for her to arrive. A little before ten, while Jenny talked with a guest, Barbara pushed through the front doors. She headed straight into Jeffery's office, and returned a few minutes later carrying an armful of files. Her attention half on the chatty guest, Jenny watched Barbara head down the hall toward the conference rooms were today's

meetings would be held.

The rest of the morning flew by. Jenny's nerves were raw, so she decided to

forego lunch. No way could she put anything in her stomach. Although she came and went, back and forth between Jeffery's office and the conference room, Barbara hadn't said a word to her yet, and for some reason she couldn't explain, that fact served to heighten Jenny's fear. Her usual staid emotions were all over the place.

By two, Jenny felt strung tight as a bow. Her concentration was shot to hell and

she couldn't keep a thought in her head. The phone kept ringing, and the lobby seemed busier than usual. Jenny wanted to scream.

She'd just hung up the phone from giving directions to a guest who'd gotten lost

on his way from the airport to the hotel when Susan, one of the members of the

housekeeping staff, sidled up to the concierge desk.

The shy eighteen-year old, who had trouble speaking to anyone at work unless

that person happened to be Jenny, looked very nervous

Jenny smiled, hoping to put the young girl at ease. "What's wrong, Susan?"

"The corner suite on the tenth floor has a major problem. I went to go vacuum a-and saw a s-spot near the bathroom l-looked wet. I think there may be a l-leak."

"Great, just what we need when the big boss is here." Jenny cursed under her breath and looked down at her watch. She had less than an hour before her meeting with Barbara. "Jeffery is busy at the moment. I'll go and see the damage. Thanks for letting me know."

Susan nodded but she didn't walk away. The crestfallen look on her face tugged

at Jenny's heart.

"Susan, stop worrying. You did nothing wrong."

"It's just . . . because Ms. Jennings is here. I don't want her to think we don't care about the hotel. We all do. I do!"

Jenny couldn't help but laugh over Susan's enthusiasm. "She knows. Now finish up your duties. Your shift is almost over."

"Yes ma'am." Susan rushed away.

Jenny checked her watch again. Thirty minutes until her meeting. She would

check out the water leak first and then see Barbara. She hoped the problem on the tenth floor wouldn't eat up too much of her time. She wanted to do some breathing exercises before three o'clock arrived. She grabbed the universal hotel pass key out of the drawer behind the concierge desk and placed a call to the crew at the front desk, telling them she needed to check out something on another floor. When another employee came

along to relieve her, she went to go see about the damage.

* * * * *

Barbara ended her latest meeting in twenty minutes, leaving ten minutes to

spare. She couldn't wait to see Jennifer. Oh, sure, they would discuss Jennifer's job performance first, but Barbara had a plan. She intended to invite Jennifer over to her place afterward for an evening of food, wine, kissing and a whole lotta lovin' if Barbara had anything to say about it. Of course, she first needed Jennifer to agree to come over.

The young woman seemed nervous as a cat, and Barbara figured she had the same

worries about mixing work with pleasure. But as long as they kept everything under the radar there shouldn't be any problems.

Barbara stood and stretched. She walked down the hall and out into the lobby.

Guests mulled around and many of the hotel staff looked busy, coming and going.

Jeffery's office door was closed; he apparently hadn't finished his last meeting as quickly as Barbara had finished hers. She felt a surge of compassion for whoever he had holed up with him in that mess of an office. As the "big boss," she should be the one to have everyone quaking in their shoes at the thought of a job review, but based on what she'd overheard from some of the staff, Jeffery's 'interviews were more like grillings.

Her stomach let out a loud growl. She needed sustenance and made her way

over to a group of vending machines placed in a little alcove. As she pondered her selection, she couldn't help but overhear two people talking near the elevator.

"Jenny's so great," a girl said. "I explained to her about the water leak in the tenth floor suite instead of bothering 'you know who', and she decided to take care of it herself."

"Yeah," her male companion answered. "I wish Jenny could be our manager, not Bane. Too bad he has connections. But The Barracuda is pretty cool."

"She doesn't seem too scary. I'll meet with her tomorrow. Oh, it's almost three. I better clock out."

Their words faded as the two people walked away. Barbara's hunger pains no

longer mattered. She peeked out of the alcove and looked up and down the hall.

Finding the coast clear, she smiled, a plan formulating in her mind. She walked over to the elevator bank and pressed the up button. She would see about this leak and how much water had been spilled. But she'd also spend a little time with Jennifer. Maybe they could create a few 'wet spots' of their own.

Chapter Seven

Jenny stood in the bathroom with her hands on her hips as she surveyed the

damage. One of the water pipes burst under the sink and caused the leak. She hoped the room below didn't getting any water. She shut off the valve and made a mental note to call maintenance. At least the damage wasn't as bad as she first thought it would be.

"Damn. I should have brought a walkie-talkie with me. Guess I'll have to use the phone." Jenny mumbled under her breath. She walked out of the bathroom, and

stopped in her tracks. Barbara sat on the edge of the king-sized bed.

"How did you know I was up here?" Jenny said, impressing herself by keeping her voice strong and calm, despite the fact her legs were like Jell-O.

Barbara leaned back on the bed, swinging one leg over the other. Her skirt rode

up and Jenny's eyes went wide as she caught an unhampered view of smooth-shaven

pussy.

She's not wearing underwear . . . .

"I overheard a few of your co-workers, and they mentioned where you ran off to.

We are due for our meeting." Barbara looked down at her watch. "Now, actually. I came up to see how much damage has been done to my property, and I figured we could just talk here."

Jenny crossed her arms in a defensive stance. "As you can see, I have things under control. I didn't 'run off'. There's a small leak under the sink. I turned off the valve and was about to call maintenance to take care of the problem. I was running a few minutes late."

"There's no need to be defensive. We are supposed to be reviewing your job performance, and this shows me how well you can handle a crisis, should one arise."

Barbara stood and walked over to the door that led into the hallway. She closed it, and the click of the lock engaging echoed in the room.

Jenny swallowed as she watched Barbara turn and approach her. For every step

Barbara took forward, Jenny took one back, until she pressed up against the wall near the bathroom. Barbara placed both hands on the wall beside Jenny's face and caged her in place. Jenny swallowed again. Her pussy fluttered. She fisted her hands and kept them down by her sides to stop from reaching out and pulling the woman in for a kiss.

"Does this mean we're not going to have our meeting? 'Cause then I can get

ready to—"

"Shh." Barbara placed a finger against Jenny's lips. "We're going to, but this will be more of a meeting of the bodies rather than the minds."

Jenny ducked under Barbara's arms and took a step toward the door, but Barbara

grabbed her hand and refused to let go.

"Please move away from me. This is sexual harassment."

Barbara laughed and stepped in closer until their chests touched. "You think this is sexual harassment? Then why do I feel your nipples through your jacket?"

Jenny held her breath and watched as Barbara unbuttoned her jacket and then

reached inside to cup one of Jenny's breasts. A soft moan slipped past her lips.

"Is this sexual harassment, Jennifer?" Barbara whispered against Jenny's ear. She released Jenny's hand and caressed her other breast, rubbing the pads of her thumbs against Jenny's cotton-covered nipples.

"We'll get caught." Jenny tried to reason.

"No, we won't. You're my last interview. No one knows where we are."

Barbara flicked her tongue against Jenny's earlobe, and Jenny rolled her head to

the side, allowing her freer access. Barbara's moist tongue trailed a path along Jenny's jaw line, until it reached her lips. Jenny gasped and fell into the kiss, losing herself in Barbara's sweet taste. God, how she needed this!

Jenny's knees buckled and Barbara wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Come on, let's get comfortable." Barbara led her toward the bed.

Jenny went willingly, her need and desire overriding her fear. The only thing

that mattered in that moment was Barbara. Her kisses, the touch of her soft hands on Jenny's skin.

They kissed their way across the floor, and when Jenny's legs hit the bed, Barbara gently pushed her down. Jenny lay there as Barbara kissed her neck and nibbled on the hickey she'd given Jenny a few nights ago.

"I loved how I marked you," she said on a growl. She placed her hand on the bruise. "This shows the world you belong to me." Without warning, Barbara tore open Jenny's shirt.

Jenny's gasp of outrage quickly turned to a moan of pleasure when Barbara

released the clasp on Jenny's bra and kissed her breasts.

"Thank god for bras with a front clasp." Barbara mumbled against Jenny's skin.

Jenny twisted her fingers into the comforter and wrapped her legs around

Barbara's waist.

Barbara chuckled and grinded against Jenny's crotch. Their quiet moans filled the room. As Barbara dipped her head to suckle one of Jenny's nipples, Jenny tried to reach in between them to caress Barbara's breasts.

"Nuh uh, kiddo." Barbara released Jenny's nipple with a loud pop and grabbed Jenny's hands and held them above her head by her wrists.

Jenny squirmed, trying to break free. "But I wanna touch you too."

Barbara gave Jenny a sweet kiss. "Not this time. I promise you can do whatever you want to me later. Right now, I have to taste you. Promise me you'll keep your hands to yourself."

Jenny nodded. She'd agree to almost anything if it meant feeling Barbara's mouth

on her again.

Barbara nibbled her way down Jenny's stomach until she reached the waistband

of her skirt. Jenny tilted her head, bit her lip and watched, whimpering when Barbara unzipped her skirt and pulled it down and off. Jenny's eyes flickered closed as Barbara pushed her nose into Jenny's covered crotch.

"You smell so good. I need to eat you out. May I?" Barbara asked for permission even as she removed Jenny's panties.

Jenny opened her eyes again and watched Barbara comb her fingers through her

trimmed pussy hair.

"Yes." She whispered. "Please."

"Good." Barbara placed a kiss on the inside of Jenny's thigh and pulled Jenny's leg onto her shoulder.

Jenny could feel the cool air on her cunt. She let out a shaky breath.

"Just wait, beautiful," Barbara said.

Jenny watched, lashes lowered, as Barbara kissed her way up along Jenny's inner

thigh until she reached Jenny's sopping wet pussy. As Barbara's mouth and tongue

closed over her most sensitive spot, Jenny started to shake.

Barbara lifted her head and fingered Jenny's pussy. She flicked her tongue across Jenny's navel and placed wet kisses along the damp flesh there. Jenny's head rolled to the side and her body started to twitch. Barbara kissed her way down until her lips once again closed over Jenny's clit.

She used her mouth in ways Jenny never imagined, bringing her to the edge over

and over again. Jenny ground her crotch against Barbara's mouth, and despite her

promise to keep her hands to herself, she threaded her fingers through Barbara's hair.

Barbara moaned, the sound sending vibrations through Jenny's clit. Wet, slurping

sounds filled the room. With her lips wrapped around Jenny's clit, Barbara continued thrusting a finger inside Jenny's pussy. Jenny let out a yell as the erotic tension crested and she came.

Barbara sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She lifted her

skirt and pulled it off. The fabric slid to the ground, landing on top of Jenny's discarded clothes. Barbara pulled her light cashmere sweater and her bra off and tossed them over her shoulder. Naked, she knelt on the bed. Jenny licked her lips as her gaze roamed over Barbara's beautiful body.

"I want . . . ." Jenny couldn't find the words to express what she needed.

"I will give us both what we want," Barbara whispered, pushing a piece of hair away from Jenny's eyes.

Jenny grabbed Barbara's hand, moving it down to her damp crotch. "More.

Now."

Barbara laughed, leaned down and kissed Jenny again. She slid two fingers deep

into Jenny's pussy, and Jenny released Barbara's mouth and gasped. She mouthed

words she vaguely realized made little sense.

"Turn on your side," Barbara said, guiding Jenny to roll away from her. She moved in behind her, spooning against her back. She reached between Jenny's legs

again and finger-fucked her, leaning in to place little kisses on her shoulder.

Jenny's face pressed into the pillow and she bit down to muffle her screams as

another orgasm encroached.

Barbara threw her leg over Jenny's hip and rubbed her very wet crotch against

Jenny's ass. "Jenny, I need to get off and I want to feel your fingers inside me just like mine are inside of you. Can you do that? Would you like to?"

Jenny looked over her shoulder. "Yes. Would love to. Can I go down on you

too?" Jenny panted hard.

Barbara trailed a mixture of kisses and love bites along Jenny's back. "I would love nothing more, but since you're so new at this, why don't we start with the basics?"

"Okay." Jenny agreed, but she bit her lip, uncertain of her next move.

Luckily, Barbara had no problem taking control. "This is what I want you to do.

Reach behind you and put your arm on my hip."

Jenny complied.

"Good. Now I'm going to lift my leg up higher and I want you to place your

hand in between my legs."

Jenny nodded and as she moved her hand under Barbara's leg, Barbara moved in

closer. Jenny caressed Barbara's smoothly shaven pussy and rubbed her knuckles back and forth.

"Feels nice," Jenny whispered.

Barbara laughed into Jenny's ear. "I think that's my line. Now, follow my lead.

Everything I do with my hand, you do with yours."

Barbara cupped Jenny's pussy, and Jenny did the same.

Barbara sighed. "Oh, god, that feels perfect. Now insert a finger inside me, like this."

Barbara demonstrated by plunging a finger into Jenny's sopping wet cunt. Jenny

sighed and closed her legs around Barbara's hand. She followed Barbara's lead and pushed in her middle finger, and Barbara's flesh latched onto it. Jenny kept still, waiting for Barbara to instruct her further.

"Nice." Barbara panted and moved her crotch against Jenny's hand. "Now add another finger or two."

They moved as one, working one another into a frenzy, moaning in harmony.

"Now move your fingers in a clockwise motion or scoop your fingers like you're grabbing something. Like this." Again, Barbara demonstrated, moving her fingers faster.

They rocked together as if Barbara fucked her from behind.

I can't take it. Jenny's vision went blurry and she grabbed a pillow and hid her face into it as she smothered a yell.

Their bodies grew slick with sweat. Jenny's hand grew sluggish. The tension in

the pit of her stomach grew until it reached its peak. Barbara bit down on Jenny's neck.

The pleasurable pain drove Jenny right over the edge and she came, gushing all over Barbara's hand.

At that same moment, Jenny felt Barbara's pussy convulse around her fingers.

"Oh, god, Jenny. Oh, yes." Barbara panted against Jenny's back.

Completely sated, Jenny lay in Barbara's arms until her heartbeat returned to

normal. Her eyes closed of their own accord and she drifted off.

* * * * *

Jenny's eyes flickered open as she let out a loud yawn. She glanced around with

bleary eyes, trying to get her bearings. As she brushed a hand over her face, she caught a whiff of her musky scent and memories of the recent events came rushing back. She leaned up on her elbow and looked over her shoulder.

Barbara lay behind her, very much awake. The older woman smiled and brushed

a fingertip across Jenny's nipple. Jenny felt an answering jolt between her legs and rolled onto her back. She watched as Barbara turned to face her, a mischievous smile tilting up her full, red lips.

Jenny glanced at her watch and her eyes went wide.

"Oh, my god, it's nearly four-thirty. I have to—"

Barbara leaned in, silencing her with a kiss. Jenny thought to object, but the

moment Barbara's talented tongue met her own, her mind went blank. She cupped

Barbara's breasts and Barbara fell onto her back while Jenny wrapped herself over her like a blanket. They continued to kiss and play with each other's breasts until finally, Barbara gently pushed Jenny away.

"Kiddo, as much as I'd love to stay here all night with you, I think it's better if we go somewhere else. Come home with me. We can continue where we left off. There is so much I want to do with you."

Jenny remained silent as Barbara played with her hair. The gentle touch soothed,

and Jenny's eyes drifted shut. A sharp tug made her jump.

"Ouch," Jenny complained and lifted her head. She studied Barbara for a moment then said, "You're so beautiful."

Barbara smiled as she lay with her arm behind her head. Her hair was mussed

and she looked so comfortable lying naked as the sunlight streaming in through the window flickered across her body.

Jenny licked her lips.

Barbara chuckled and flicked Jenny's lips with her finger. "Stop doing that. It makes me want to take your lips into my mouth and suck on them."

Jenny giggled as she rolled off the bed and stood. She walked over and picked

up her shirt, placing it in front of her like a shield. She didn't feel comfortable walking around naked, unlike Barbara. "Maybe we shouldn't."

"Shouldn't what?"

"Shouldn't pick up where we left off."

Barbara frowned, moved off the bed and walked over to Jenny. Jenny avoided

her gaze by searching the floor for her bra and underwear, but Barbara took hold of Jenny's arms and squeezed.

"Jenny, don't close up on me now. I know this shouldn't have happened here, but you can't tell me it isn't good between us." She lifted Jenny's chin to look at her face.

"Spend the night with me. We can pretend we're having a sleepover."

"A sleepover, huh?" Jenny asked with a raised eyebrow.

Barbara gave an enthusiastic nod and leaned in to give Jenny a quick kiss.

"Alright. Let's go back to your place. But I don't think we should leave together.

And we're going to have to get rid of the bedding." Jenny nodded toward the rumpled mattress. The comforter and sheets were pulled off, the pillows thrown to the floor.

"You're one smart cookie. Let's get dressed. I'll leave first and call my driver to come and get me. Meet me down on the street in about fifteen minutes."

"Your driver?" Jenny bit her lip.

"Yes. I didn't feel like driving myself today. Don't worry about Ted. He won't question us. But although I would love to fool around in the car, we'll have to wait till we get to my place. We can have dinner there."

Jenny pulled on her clothes while Barbara did the same. As Jenny looked in the

mirror she scowled at her reflection. Her face looked flushed and her lips chapped and bruised. Her shirt was missing a few buttons and her skirt was beyond wrinkled. She looked like she'd been fucked and fucked well. Barbara walked up behind her, looking as ravished as Jenny.

"Don't we make quite the pair? I'll go down in the service elevator, pick up my bag and briefcase I left with security and leave. Don't forget—fifteen minutes."

Jenny nodded and Barbara turned her face and gave her another deep and

passionate kiss. Jenny held onto Barbara's hips as she once more lost herself in Barbara's intoxicating taste. After a minute they reluctantly broke apart. Barbara walked over to the door, opened it and looked outside before making her exit. She blew Jenny a kiss and left.

Over the next few minutes Jenny pulled herself together the best she could. She

ran a washcloth under the faucet in the bathtub and used the warm cloth to wipe way her sweat and the sticky fluid drying on her legs. She was sore and achy, and yet surprisingly unsatisfied. How could she experience several amazing orgasms and still want more?

She shrugged. No matter. She'd have Barbara back in her arms soon. That

thought made her smile. She pulled the bedding together in a big pile and with another quick glance around, she left the room. She found the janitor closet and placed the sheets and comforter in a tub to be picked up by housekeeping the next time they did rounds.

Jenny took the service elevator down to the first floor and prayed she didn't see anyone she knew, especially since she had to hold her jacket closed because of the buttons Barbara ripped off her shirt in a fit of passion. Imagine trying to explain that to Jeffery, she thought. She walked into the locker room, grabbed her things and went out the back way before she could be spotted.

By the time she walked out onto the sidewalk, a black Town Car was parked in

front of the hotel. A man in a black suit stood by it. Barbara sat in the back seat with the window down and with a flick of her hand motioned for Jenny to come over. Jenny

looked around to make sure none of the other hotel employees were about then walked over to the car. The man opened the back door for her to get in.

Barbara slid over and Jenny sat beside her. Barbara's driver closed the back door, got into the driver's seat and started the car. Barbara talked on her cell phone and didn't acknowledge her, but Jenny didn't mind. She stared out the window, lost in thought, until Barbara's hand landed on her knee. Jenny placed her hand on top of Barbara's and kept it there until they arrived at Barbara's building.

When Ted opened the door, Barbara and Jenny slid out. Jenny wanted to

continue holding Barbara's hand, but they were in public, so she relinquished her hold and followed Barbara as she led the way into her building. She waved at security and went over to the elevators. She pushed the 'up' button and gave Jenny a smile. She seemed so breezy and at ease, while Jenny couldn't seem to stand still. She felt like jumping out of her skin or jumping on top of Barbara. When the elevator doors opened, they stepped inside and Barbara hit the penthouse button. As soon as the doors closed, she wrapped her arm around Jenny's neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Jenny grabbed Barbara's ass and backed her up against the elevator wall.

"It looks like you're learning very well, grasshopper," Barbara whispered against Jennifer's lips. They tongued each other as the elevator rose to the top floor. Jennifer slid her hands under Barbara's sweater, rubbing her nipples. Barbara held Jennifer's face as she nibbled at her mouth. When a beeping sound indicated they'd reached their

destination, they separated, breathing hard. Barbara grabbed Jennifer's hand and they walked down the hall to her penthouse. She unlocked her door and allowed Jennifer to walk in first, but kept her gaze pinned on Jennifer's face so she could see her reaction.

Jennifer stood with her mouth wide opened as she took in her surroundings. "My god, this place is huge. It's easily three times as large as my apartment." She walked over to the huge glass windows overlooking the city. "This is amazing. I've never seen anything like this."

Barbara walked up behind her, wrapped her arms around Jennifer and rocked

her back and forth as they looked out the widow, watching the sun set. "I wake up to this view every morning. I'm so glad I'll be able to share this with you."

Jennifer turned her head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"You're staying the night." Barbara ordered.

Jennifer grabbed Barbara's hands and squeezed. "Okay, okay. I just need to call my roommate, Mike, so he doesn't worry. I've never spent the night away from home since we've been living together."

Barbara nodded and released her. "What are you going to tell him?'

Jennifer grabbed her cell phone out of her bag. "I have a huge calc test on

Monday. I'll tell him I'm going to study at another student's apartment and spend the night there because we won't finish till late. I also need to use the bathroom."

"Go down the hall and to the right." Barbara checked her Blackberry for emails, but as Jennifer walked off, Barbara lifted her head to watch the gentle sway of her ass.

God, she couldn't wait to get her hands on that again. She gave her emails one last glance then put the Blackberry down on the kitchen counter. For the next few hours she would be off the clock. She wanted her full attention on the delectable Miss Caffey.

She didn't want to be separated from Jennifer for another moment and walked

toward the bathroom.

Jennifer talked on the phone and flushed the toilet at the same time. "Yeah Mike, it's going to be a late night. I'll just spend the night here." She chuckled at something Mike said.

Barbara took off Jennifer's jacket along with her ruined shirt. Jennifer tried to move away, but Barbara had a tight grip on the jacket that slipped down to her elbows.

Stop it. Jennifer mouthed the words with a wry grin and cocked her head to listen to the voice on the phone. Barbara shook her head no, pulled Jennifer in close and sucked on her neck.

"Um, Mike, I better go. I should be back . . . morning . . . yeah . . . ohmigod . . .

what? No. Later." Jennifer hung up, grabbed Barbara's arms and placed them around her waist. "We have the whole night to ourselves."

Barbara continued kissing her neck. She backed Jennifer up against the bathroom

wall and placed a leg in between hers. She pushed her knee right against Jennifer's core.

Jennifer chuckled and leaned her forehead against Barbara's.

"This is déjà vu." She moaned.

Barbara reached under Jennifer's skirt and caressed the inside of her legs. "Yes.

Wonderful, amazing déjà vu." She moved her leg back a bit and pushed her hand into Jennifer's panties to finger her. Even though Jennifer felt damp, she flinched as if Barbara hurt her. Barbara looked up at Jennifer in concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked in a shaky, lust-filled voice.

Jennifer blushed. "Yeah. No. It's just . . . I'm a bit sore. It's been a long time since I had any action down there."

Barbara moved her hand away and placed it against Jennifer's cheek.

Jennifer kissed Barbara's palm. "It's okay. I'm thinking perhaps a hot shower would help to ease my muscles. I know you're probably expecting me to—"

"I'm not expecting you to do anything, Jennifer. We have hours together. We'll take things slow. I have an idea. Why don't we take a bath? I have a Jacuzzi upstairs in the master bathroom. We can relax in there, have some wine, talk and fool around.

What do you say?"

"Yes." Jennifer nodded.

Barbara laughed at her enthusiasm. "You make me very happy." She kissed Jennifer on the check and held her close for a moment, simply enjoying the feel of having the other woman in her arms.

Chapter Eight

Barbara kept her arm around Jennifer as they walked upstairs to her bedroom.

Jennifer's mouth kept falling open as she looked at everything around her. Barbara found great joy in watching Jennifer's reaction to her home. She couldn't wait to see what she thought of her custom-designed bathroom.

Once they reached her bedroom, Barbara undressed and dropped her clothes

into a heap on the rug. Jennifer stood there with her blouse wide opened, but made no move to undress further.

"What are you waiting for, kiddo?" Barbara asked as she placed her hands on her naked waist, thrusting out her chest. Her nipples were hard again and she couldn't wait to feel Jennifer's mouth on them.

"I'm not comfortable walking around naked." Jennifer shifted from one foot to the other, looking very shy, even though Barbara had seen and touched her all over. "I want to do so many things with you, but . . . ."

Barbara wanted to go over to Jennifer and coddle her, but stopped herself. She

wanted Jennifer to be proud of her body, both in and out of her clothes. If they were going to know every intimate detail about each other, this would be a good way to start.

"If you don't strip this very minute, there will be no bath or any more playing between us. What I have planned for us is something you'll not want to miss."

Barbara stood there waiting for Jennifer to undress. Jennifer looked up at the

ceiling and took off her clothes. Barbara turned away, giving the girl some privacy, and headed into the bathroom. She adjusted the water temperature on the Jacuzzi and

poured in a hand full of freesia-scented bath salts then added some bubble bath for good measure.

She grabbed a few towels and placed them on the vanity and turned on her

stereo near the tub. Light classical music poured forth from the speakers mounted high on the walls. When Barbara glanced behind her, she saw Jennifer standing in the

doorway, naked as the day she was born.

For once, Jennifer didn't cover herself. Her arms hung at her sides and she had

one leg bent. Barbara ignored her throbbing pussy as she caught sight of Jennifer's puffy nether lips peeking out from her close-cropped pussy hair. Barbara wanted to go down on her knees and lick at those lips, but didn't give into temptation. Instead, she pulled her hair into a bun, clipping it high on top of her head. She held out her hand and Jennifer smiled and walked over to her.

Jennifer looked at Barbara with total trust in her eyes. Barbara's heart jumped

and she gave Jennifer a deep kiss.

"In the water you go," Barbara said, finally releasing her.

Jennifer climbed into the Jacuzzi, let out a sigh and sat back. Her eyes were

lowered to half-mast as she laid her head back against one of the head cushions.

Barbara lighted a few scented candles and climbed into the tub. She sat next to

Jennifer, tangling their legs together.

"Hey there now. This is supposed to be fun and relaxing." She pushed away some wisps of hair falling over Jennifer's eyes, taking in the worried look on her face.

Jennifer smiled. "Sorry, I'm thinking I must be dreaming. This can't be happening to me."

"Well, it is. Get used to it." Barbara squeezed Jennifer's shoulder and sat back, enjoying the water. Her eyes drifted closed, but then a thought occurred to her and she sat up. "Damn, I didn't bring the wine."

Jennifer gave Barbara's hand a squeeze. "Don't worry yourself. We can save it for later."

Barbara settled back and she and Jennifer continued to hold hands as they

relaxed in the bubbling water in silence.

Jennifer placed her legs on top of Barbara's lap. Barbara massaged Jennifer's

knees and thighs. Jennifer leaned her head back and watched Barbara through the

rising steam.

"I want to know more about you. I told you all about me, but know nothing

personal about you unless you count the few details I read in those articles. Tell me something about yourself no one else knows," Jennifer said.

Barbara continued to massage Jennifer's legs as she spoke. "I'm a Starbucks

addict."

Jennifer splashed Barbara. "Come on now."

Barbara wiped her face and flicked some bubbles at Jennifer. "I'm afraid of closed spaces. I guess you could say I'm claustrophobic."

"I'm afraid of bees. I was stung by one near my eye when I was ten. If it had hit me a centimeter over, I would've been blinded." Jennifer admitted.

Barbara nodded in sympathy. "I'm not a big fan of them either. My father

believed you should take on your biggest fears and get past them. He would never let me keep a nightlight on or leave the door open while I slept. He said I had to get over my fear."

Jennifer frowned. "What a horrible thing for a parent to do to their child. How old were you?"

"I think I was around four. I remember crying each night, frightened a monster was going to come out from under the bed and eat me. But then Christian gave me a flashlight without our father knowing, and I kept it on until I started to drift to sleep. I can't believe I'm admitting this, but sometimes I still like to keep a small nightlight on when I sleep."

Jennifer rubbed her foot against Barbara's. "Christian . . . er. . . Professor Jennings seems like a great brother. And I'm not saying that so you can speak to him and get me a better grade in his class."

"You don't seem like the type to do something so devious. That's why I like you."

Jennifer stared down at the bubbles. "I like you too," she whispered.

Barbara smiled and closed her eyes as she leaned back. Jennifer relaxed beside

her. The bath had been a perfect idea for soothing their sore muscles from all the activity they engaged in earlier.

"What did your father say when your brother decided to teach and not take over the empire?"

Barbara opened one eye and gazed at Jennifer for a moment, pondering how to

answer.

"Sorry if I'm asking too many questions," Jennifer mumbled.

"Don't be. I don't mind. Father was upset at first but got over it when Chris said he wanted to get his masters in finance and business. I always had an eye for the family business and was being groomed for the role at a very early age. He also wanted Stella to work for him, but she's too much of a free spirit. The last few years before he died they had a falling out and never came to terms before he passed."

"Oh, that's horrible." Jennifer looked at Barbara with sympathy. "I couldn't imagine not being close with my parents. I tell them everything. Well, almost

everything."

Jennifer started blushing again and Barbara tried not to roll her eyes. In some

ways, Jennifer was too innocent. Barbara wondered if she'd once been the same.

"Does Stella or your brother mind you're a lesbian?"

Barbara sat up again, Jennifer's question destroying the relaxing mood. The

conversation headed in a way that had become a bit too personal. She could speak for herself, but as for her brother and sister, well, she had no right to speak about their likes or preferences. She could only imagine how Jennifer would react if she told her all the Jennings siblings were gay.

"I don't think they mind at all, but we're not here to talk about them. We're here for us and to do other things with our mouths instead of talking. Wouldn't you agree?"

Barbara grabbed Jennifer by her waist and pulled her up onto her lap. Jennifer

giggled and ground her pussy against Barbara's.

"Are you still sore, Jennifer?" Barbara asked, running her fingers down Jennifer's back and into the crease in between her ass cheeks.

Jennifer jumped and raised her bottom, allowing Barbara easier access. "Not too bad. What are you doing?"

Barbara placed both hands on Jennifer's ass as an idea came to her. She placed a

kiss on Jennifer's shoulder. "I've wanted to play with your ass the moment I saw it in the bathroom at the hotel. I want to do something to make you scream in pleasure. Will you let me?'

Jennifer bit her lip. "Um, okay, but what if I want you to stop?"

"Then I will." Barbara lifted her up a bit so she rested on her knees. She cupped Jennifer's breast, bringing it to her mouth. She laved her nipple and looked up at Jennifer, holding her gaze.

"This is nice. I love the way your mouth feels against my skin." Jennifer admitted and played with Barbara's nipples.

Barbara sucked hard on Jennifer's breast. Jennifer rolled her head to the side and let out a shaky breath.

"Hmm . . . ." She kissed the side of Barbara's neck. "I want to mark you like you've done to me." She latched on and sucked the soft skin and Barbara tugged on her nipple.

Jennifer massaged Barbara's breasts, while Barbara feasted on hers with her

mouth in return.

Barbara released Jennifer's nipple and leaned up to kiss her. Jennifer panted

harshly as Barbara fingered her cunt in gentle strokes. Jennifer opened her legs, grinded against Barbara's hand and played with Barbara's cunt. Barbara squirmed until Jennifer touched her clit, pressing it lightly with her fingertips.

"Harder, Jen, harder." Barbara begged as she bit Jennifer's lower lip.

Jennifer increased the pressure and Barbara gasped, trying to hold off her

orgasm. Jennifer was too busy trying to make her come, giving Barbara the perfect opportunity to move her hand toward the center of Jennifer's ass.

Barbara's finger moved up and down Jennifer's ass crease, making her wiggle.

Barbara continued to finger Jennifer and found her sweet spot again. Jennifer started to come and dropped her head back, moaning softly. Barbara pushed her middle finger

between Jennifer's ass cheeks and fingered her hole.

"Oh," Jennifer exclaimed, rocking back and forth.

"Ready to explode again, baby?" Barbara pushed her finger deeply into the ring of Jennifer's asshole.

Jennifer tightened around the finger and straightened. She looked Barbara

straight in the eyes and breathed hard.

"What are you—?" She didn't finish as Barbara pumped both fingers in each one of her holes in a simultaneous motion. Jennifer howled and Barbara swallowed the

sound with a kiss.

Barbara released a sigh and came at the same time, pressing her clit hard against Jennifer's fingers.

Both women went limp. Jennifer lay heavily against Barbara, her eyes closed.

"Did you enjoy the way I touched you, baby?" Barbara asked as she removed her finger from Jennifer's ass.

Jennifer flinched but quickly settled back down, breathing a sigh. "I loved it.

Next time I wanna try it on you," she mumbled.

"That's a promise." Barbara kissed the top of Jennifer's head and pulled her close.

In the small amount of time she knew Jennifer, she had become so very precious to her.

I could sit here all day, Jenny thought as she half-dozed in Barbara's arms. She

snuggled in closer, enjoying Barbara's soft body pressed against hers. For the moment, everything seemed right in her world and she didn't want what she had with Barbara to end.

Her stomach let out a loud growl and she sat up. "Excuse me." She apologized.

"I think we should get out of this tub and order some dinner. I'm about to

become a prune." Barbara wiggled her fingers.

Jenny laughed, gave her a hug and stood. Her shaky legs trembled and she

almost fell back into the water, but Barbara grabbed her by the arm.

"Take it easy. I wouldn't want you to hit your head." Barbara stood and helped Jenny get out of the tub.

Jenny shivered as she dried off with a towel from the warming rack. A warming rack, for god's sake. In the past few days, she'd experienced things she'd only read about. Barbara turned off the Jacuzzi and climbed out. She blew out the candles, shut off the stereo and grabbed her own towel. She dried herself off and walked over to the closet where she took out two fluffy robes. She handed one to Jenny and pulled on her own.

"This is a nice robe." Jenny rubbed her arm.

Barbara wrapped her hair in a towel and took the one Jenny used and wrapped

Jenny's hair in it. "I bought these two in Cairo last year."

"Egypt?" Jenny tightened the towel around her head.

"I go there every few years to check out the competition. I'm thinking of building a hotel out there."

"You're thinking of building another hotel?" Jenny tilted her head.

"Yeah, but let's not talk about that now. Why don't we move into the bedroom?

I'll get us the bottle of wine I have chilling in my fridge and some menus so we can decide what type of take-out we want."

Jenny's stomach let out another growl and she giggled. "Let's eat sooner, rather than later."

Barbara laughed and placed a kiss on Jenny's cheek. "Yes, ma'am." She gave Jenny another kiss on the cheek and took her hand as they walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom.

* * * * *

Jenny leaned back against the headboard of Barbara's bed while she ate chicken

and broccoli out of the container from the Chinese restaurant they had ordered from an hour ago. Barbara sat beside her eating wontons and brown rice. They also shared a bottle of red wine between them. Jenny never heard of the vintage but assumed it

wasn't some eight-dollar bottle you bought at the corner store. The label looked French and she was too self-conscious to ask Barbara if she bought the wine in France.

Both ate in silence, enjoying each other's company as they watched the news on

Barbara's huge, forty-eight-inch HD television. Jenny wasn't paying much attention to the action on the screen. Every time Barbara moved her arm, she'd rub up against her, causing her nipples to harden. The inadvertent touch drove Jenny to distraction. Every so often, Barbara fed her some of her food, and in between bites they shared kisses. The whole eating in bed and kissing was a new and wonderful experience and one she

would never forget.

Barbara finished eating while Jenny picked at her food. Barbara put her empty

containers away in the bag and as she checked her Blackberry, she gave Jenny a quick glance.

"I thought you were hungry? You didn't eat much," she said.

Jenny was touched over Barbara's concern. "I guess my eyes are bigger than my stomach. Anyway, I ate way too many dumplings." She patted her stomach. "If I ate another of those suckers, I would become one."

Barbara smiled and gave Jenny another kiss.

As Barbara pulled back, Jenny licked her lips. "Yum," she said. "You taste like sweet and sour sauce."

Barbara smiled and leaned in for another kiss when her Blackberry let out a beep.

Jenny put the rest of the leftover food and containers in another bag. "If you have to do some work I don't mind. I can find something to watch on TV."

Barbara shook her head and finished typing and then placed her Blackberry on

the bedside table. "There is no way I'm going to work while you are here. It can wait till tomorrow. I work too much as it is. Even big-shot CEOs deserve a break once in a

while."

Jenny settled back against the headboard. "Well, if you're sure the world won't come to an end if you take a few hours off . . . ." She teased Barbara.

Barbara placed her hand on Jenny's leg and caressed her way up under her robe.

Jenny opened her legs as Barbara reached in between them.

Jenny sat up as an idea came to her. "We forgot the most important part of the meal. The fortune cookies." She moved to her knees and reached into the bag. "Aha!

Here they are." Jenny held both cookies up and grinned.

Barbara jiggled her foot. "You know, I'd rather do something else with my mouth then eat a stale fortune cookie."

Jenny pouted. "Aw, come on, spoilsport. Do this for me."

Barbara held out her hand. "Alright. I'll play along."

Jenny handed Barbara hers and then tore open the wrapper on her own cookie

and broke it in two. She took out the message and popped the cookie into her mouth.

Barbara did the same.

Jenny giggled as she read her fortune while Barbara scratched her head and

frowned.

"Okay," Jenny said, "now read yours aloud and end the sentence with 'in bed'.

"Huh?"

"What?" Jenny said. "You've never ended a fortune cookie fortune with the phrase, 'in bed'?"

Barbara raised one eyebrow at her. "Can't say that I have."

"Wow. Where have you been all your life? Tell me your fortune and end it with the phrase—"

"In bed." Barbara interrupted and shook her head. "Okay. But my fortune doesn't make much sense." She cleared her throat and spoke in a serious voice. "A closed mouth gathers no feet, in bed."

Jenny fell to the side, laughing. "That's a good one." She leaned over for her glass of wine. Barbara grabbed it away as she tried to take a sip.

"Hey!" Jenny complained and grappled for the glass.

"I think too much wine makes you act silly."

"And I think sometimes you could do with acting a little sillier," Jenny snapped.

Barbara sighed and nodded. "You're probably right. What does yours say?"

Jenny reached over and pulled open Barbara's robe. She moved her hands up

and down Barbara's flat stomach. "Flattery will go far tonight, in bed."

Barbara snickered. "Oh, yes it will, my dear." She took Jenny's mouth with her own and gave her a hungry kiss.

Jenny fell back onto the bed, pulling Barbara with her. Barbara leaned to the side, parting Jenny's robe and touching her as if she was the most precious thing she ever handled. Jenny sighed and wrapped her arms around Barbara's neck to pull her in

closer.

They shared deep, breath-stealing kisses until they both felt each other's wet

desire on their legs.

Jenny wanted to take control this time and pushed Barbara back down on the

bed. Barbara placed her hands above her head and arched her back as Jenny took one of her breasts in her mouth, sucking hard. Barbara turned her head to the side and

watched, biting her lip and moaning when Jenny moved her hand down to her navel in a light caress. Her nails scratched across Barbara's stomach and inner thighs while her mouth moved to each breast, nipping and licking. Barbara tasted like a delicacy she couldn't get enough of and wanted more.

Barbara panted and moaned. "Jennifer . . . fuck me . . . now." Her head fell back against the pillow.

Jenny glanced up and released Barbara's left breast with a loud pop. She

continued to circle Barbara's nipple with her tongue, causing Barbara to gyrate against the bed.

"Please, baby. Give me what I want." Barbara's voice cracked.

Jenny laughed and moved her mouth down across Barbara's stomach to nip at

her inner thighs. She glanced up and tapped Barbara's hip. Barbara looked down at her and lifted an inquiring brow.

"Keep your eyes open," Jenny told her. "I want you to watch."

Jenny laid her chin on Barbara's right leg and caressed her very trimmed pussy

hair. She loved the texture and could touch her this way for hours.

Barbara smiled and touched her breasts, moving her hips up as Jenny's fingers

went deep into her cunt. Jenny pulled Barbara's pussy lips open wide and moved her face in closer. She sniffed in Barbara's musk and closed her eyes, enjoying the smell. She placed another kiss on Barbara's leg, and then she leaned in, taking her first sweet taste of pussy.

Barbara let out a wail, grinding her crotch against Jenny's mouth. Jenny placed

her hands on Barbara's hips to keep her still. She licked and nipped, couldn't get enough of the texture and taste.

"So good." She groaned and ran her tongue over Barbara's sensitive flesh.

When her seeking tongue found Barbara's swollen clit, she flicked it

rhythmically.

" Ah!" Barbara arched her back and came, gushing sweet juices all over Jenny's face.

Jenny pulled away, wiping her chin with the sheet as she studied Barbara's face.

She loved watching Barbara get off. She rubbed her nose against Barbara's stomach as Barbara wheezed, out of breath. Jenny wrapped her arms around her hips and

squeezed.

Barbara patted Jenny's head. "Oh, Jennifer, that was incredible. It's been so long since I've had a mouth down there. Thank you."

"I guess I did pretty well for a beginner."

"Hell, you deserve a gold star." Barbara gasped and coughed.

Jenny moved her leg on top of Barbara's and sat up, straddling her. Barbara

placed her arms behind her head and looked up at her. Jenny gave her a kiss and

Barbara kissed her back, biting Jenny's lips. She reached up, held Jenny's head and ravished her mouth. Jenny rubbed her pussy against Barbara's.

"What is it?" Barbara asked, tugging on Jenny's bottom lip.

"I'm horny. Get me off." Jenny ordered.

"I've created a monster." Barbara gave her one last, deep kissed and pushed Jenny onto her back.

Jenny opened her legs and closed her eyes. Barbara shifted away. Jenny opened

her eyes when she heard a drawer open. Barbara held a long, purple, penis-shaped

device with two rabbit type ears on the end.

Jenny pushed up on her elbows. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked, biting her lip.

Barbara gave her a wicked grin. Jenny shivered and her pussy quivered.

"Yes, it's mine. Would you like to see what Jack could do for you?" Barbara tapped the dildo against her palm.

"Jack?" Jenny asked as she crossed her legs at the ankles.

Barbara laughed. "Jack is my nickname for the Jack Rabbit vibrator. And, let me tell you, Jack has been the only man in my life who can make me come like there's no tomorrow. I would love to share him with you."

Jenny felt her face heat. She opened and closed her mouth, but couldn't find the

words to answer. Barbara placed her vibrator on the bed and leaned over and placed her palm against Jenny's cheek.

"Jennifer, there's no need to be frightened. If you prefer I put Jack away, I will."

Jenny choked back a laugh, but the need to giggle grew until she could no longer

hold back. And once she started laughing, she found she couldn't stop. She laughed and laughed until her sides ached and tears rolled down her cheeks. When she finally

managed to pull herself together, she found Barbara sitting back on her haunches, a dumbfounded look on her face.

"I fail to see what's so funny," Barbara said.

"S-sorry." Jenny sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks. "It's just . . . the name you gave your vibrator, Jack, cracked me up." Jenny started to snicker again.

Barbara shook her head and rolled her eyes. She lay next to Jenny with her arms

crossed and stared up at the ceiling. Jenny calmed and looked back at Barbara. She stuck out her bottom lip and moved her head up and laid her chin on Barbara's

shoulder.

"Come on, don't pout." Jenny wrapped her arm around Barbara's waist and squeezed.

Barbara sighed and reached out to brush her fingers through Jenny's hair. "I guess the name is kind of funny." She muttered under her breath. She turned her head away but Jenny grabbed her chin.

"You're blushing," Jenny said in delight.

Barbara closed her eyes and sighed again. "I don't blush. Well, not too often."

Jenny placed a kiss on Barbara's shoulder. "I think it's cute. You think the same when I blush." She snuggled in closer and placed her mouth against Barbara's throat.

Barbara turned on her side and wrapped her arms around Jenny. "Of course it's cute when you do it. You're still a kid. I'm a grown woman, for Christ's sake."

Jenny nipped Barbara's chin. "It's been a long time since I've been a kid. I'm twenty-five and old enough to know what I want."

Barbara lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? And what does this twenty-five year old want from a woman a decade older than her?"

Jenny sat up, reached over and grabbed the Jack Rabbit. "I want this and expect you to give it to me." She laid back down and spread her legs, staring up at Barbara in anticipation.

Barbara gave Jenny an intense stare, holding her gaze so long Jenny's cheeks

grew hot from such close scrutiny. Barbara took the vibrator from Jenny and leaned down and gave her a deep kiss. Jenny reciprocated and their tongues tangled together.

Barbara released her mouth and moved between Jenny's legs. She opened Jenny's legs wide and placed her mouth on her center and sucked and licked. Jenny tried to wrap her legs around Barbara's head, but Barbara held her down. She couldn't stop

squirming and was ready to explode when she heard a buzzing. She yelped as Barbara filled her with the plastic vibrator.

Barbara moved the rabbit in and out, and Jenny rocked, pushing against

Barbara's hand. She moved up the bed, driven by the too intense pleasure of the

vibrating toy as it teased every nerve ending in her pussy. When her head hit the headboard, she grasped the sheets and pulled her legs up. Barbara placed Jenny's legs over her shoulder and grinded the tool hard against her center.

Jenny released the sheets and tugged on her nipples, mumbling nonsense. While

Jenny moaned and moved her head around in mindless ecstasy, Barbara pulled Jenny's leg off her shoulders, climbed up over her and placed the Jack Rabbit in line with her own pussy. She pulled it out halfway and pressed it against her clit, turning the vibrator on high. She gasped and as Jenny screamed, Barbara swallowed the sound with her

mouth. She ate at Jenny's lips while she moved the vibrator in and out of both her and Jenny.

Jenny bit down hard on Barbara's bottom lip, drawing blood. She sucked at the

cut she had made and wrapped her legs around Barbara's hips as Barbara continued to fuck her with the device.

Barbara pulled her mouth away, panting against Jenny's cheek as the vibrator

moved in perfect thrusts against her clit. She placed her mouth near Jenny's ear and whispered naughty words to get Jenny off.

"Yeah, that's it. Fuck me. Make me come, kid."

Barbara growled and Jenny arched, pushing her heels into Barbara's back so the

vibrator would move in deeper. Barbara dug her fingers into Jenny's shoulders, and with one last grind, she came.

Jenny's eyes went wide and she let out a screech when Barbara bit down on her

shoulder. The bite put her over the edge and she joined Barbara in sweet release.

Barbara landed on top of Jenny as the vibrator continued to move in both

women. Barbara grunted, turned it off and tossed it aside. Jenny flinched and moaned and closed her eyes. She lay back like a pagan sacrifice, sweaty, damp and sticky with their juices.

Barbara placed her Jack Rabbit on the end table and plopped back down on the

bed. Jenny rolled over and wrapped herself around Barbara. A moment later, she

started to drift off. Barbara pulled Jenny in tight, placed her hand on Jenny's ass and fell fast asleep.

Chapter Nine

Jenny wasn't sure what woke her, but the clicking noise very close to her ear

could quite possibly have been the culprit. She didn't want to open her eyes. She was still so very tired and oh–so-very comfortable. She rubbed her face in the pillow and rolled over on her side. She bumped into another body. Lifting her head, she allowed her eyes to open halfway. Barbara sat next to her dressed in a robe that rode up to her thighs as she typed away on her laptop.

Jenny secretly watched Barbara. Sunlight poured through the window and

landed on Barbara's face. Jenny studied her, drinking in her magnificent beauty. Her heart raced. Her palms grew sweaty. Her pussy quivered. Jenny added up the

symptoms and realized she'd fallen in love. Overcome with happiness, she wanted to hug herself and laugh.

Barbara bit her thumbnail and glanced over, her eyes going wide when she saw

Jenny staring up at her. Jenny hugged her pillow in close and rubbed her face into it again. For some reason, she felt a bit shy even after the wonderful night she had experienced with Barbara.

"Hey there, kiddo," Barbara murmured and rifled Jenny's hair.

Jenny closed her eyes, enjoying Barbara's touch. "Hey you. Have you been up

long?"

"About an hour or so."

Jenny opened her eyes and let out a deep yawn. She leaned up and looked over

her shoulder at the clock on the wall next to the muted television broadcasting the news. The time said 7:20 A.M.

Jenny stretched and sat up. Barbara leaned down and Jenny met her halfway for

a morning kiss. A long, lingering morning kiss. When Barbara finally sat back, their gazes met and they both smiled.

"Did you have a nice rest?" Barbara asked.

Jenny nodded and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

Barbara rubbed her forehead against Jenny's. She closed her laptop and patted

Jenny's leg.

"Don't stop what you're doing. I should get going. I have to be at work at

twelve." Jenny climbed out of the bed and stopped when she gasped in pain.

Barbara placed her computer on the nightstand. "Rough night?" She joked.

Jenny wrinkled her forehead "Ha. Ha." She stood unsteadily on her feet and hobbled to the bathroom, much like an old woman would. She let out a moan and

closed the bathroom door.

Barbara chuckled, stood up and stretched. Her back and legs throbbed, but it was

a sex ache, so she didn't mind. She spotted Jack on the floor and picked it up.

As she turned up the sound on the television, the toilet flushed and sounds of

water running came from inside the bathroom. The door opened and Jennifer came out.

She stopped and her eyes went wide at the sight of Barbara holding the vibrator.

"I think I may need some time to recover from good old Jack. Maybe next time?"

Barbara stood there holding Jack, watching Jennifer pick up her clothes.

"Why the rush to leave?" she asked. She placed the vibrator on her dresser, walked over to Jennifer and wrapped her arms around her.

Jennifer held her bra and settled back into Barbara's embrace. They both faced

the mirror that stood in the far corner. Barbara's gaze roamed over their reflections. She played with Jennifer's right nipple. Jennifer let out a small sigh and settled more into Barbara's embrace.

"Stay." Barbara rubbed her face against the side of Jennifer's neck.

"I wish I could but I can't."

Barbara placed her chin on top of Jennifer's shoulder. "When was the last time you called in sick?'

"Never." Jennifer turned her head and rubbed her cheek against Barbara's.

"Perfect. You're due for some down time. We can spend the day together. Let's have some breakfast in bed, fool around, take a nice bath to soothe our aching muscles and fool around some more."

Jennifer snorted. "Is sex all you think about?"

"When it comes to you, yes."

Jennifer moved out from under Barbara's arms and turned to look at her. "I don't know . . . ."

Barbara grabbed Jennifer's arms and gave her a light squeeze. "All I'm asking for is half the day. As much as I want to stay holed up in here all weekend long with you, I know you have some studying to do and I have work. Why don't we play hooky for a

few hours? Come on. It will be fun."

Jenny sighed. Barbara's suggestion sounded great. And Barbara herself looked so

happy and relaxed, which she loved seeing. She knew Barbara didn't have many free moments to herself and if she told Barbara no, she would be heartbroken.

"Okay. But I can't stay the whole day. I really do have to go home and study. I can't be a total slacker."

Barbara gave Jenny a lip-smacking kiss and grabbed her hand, pulling her along

to the bathroom. "For the next few hours, you are mine, Caffey. Why don't we take a bath first and discuss what we want for breakfast?"

Jenny squeezed Barbara's hand. "Sounds like a plan."

Barbara smiled. "I have big plans for you."

Jenny caught Barbara's mischievous grin and couldn't help but wonder what

Barbara had planned. Not just for today, but for the rest of their lives. She did want to work on a future with Barbara, despite everything that seemed to be working against them.

* * * * *

After a nice, soothing bath that led to more wonderful loving, both women

napped for a while, entwined in each other's arms.

Jenny was the first to awaken. She unwrapped herself from Barbara's arms and

legs. The other woman didn't even stir, but remained sleeping, dead to the world. Jenny gave her a light kiss on the cheek and moved off the bed. She glanced at the clock. A little after eleven. She pulled on her robe and walked out of the room and down the stairs to grab her bag. She took out her cell phone and made a call.

Jenny lowered her voice to make it sound scruffy. She let out a small sigh of

relief when she heard a female voice on the other end. "Hey, Carole, Jenny here. Is Jeffrey there? I'm not feeling too well." Jenny leaned against the couch as her co-worker placed her on hold. She jiggled her leg. When the phone clicked and someone called out a greeting she exhaled again, thankful to hear Steve, the assistant manager's voice. She'd forgotten today was Saturday, and Jeffery and Steve both worked the concierge desk.

"Steve, it's Jenny. I think I have a bug or something. I'm not feeling too hot. I have been . . . throwing up all night long. Yup . . . it's better if I stay home. I wouldn't want to infect anybody. Okay, well hopefully I'll be feeling better by tomorrow. Yes . . . thanks again. Bye." She let out a small cough and closed her phone, relieved she didn't have to talk to Jeffery, who would have given her the third degree.

Jenny heard clapping and looked up at Barbara who stood naked on the catwalk

above. Barbara leaned over the railing and smiled. "You sounded perfect. I would've never known you were lying."

"I don't do it often." Jenny pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"If it makes you feel any better, I lied too. Earlier, while you slept, I sent Jeffery an e-mail explaining how I couldn't come in today because of more important work-related issues. I asked him to reschedule all my meetings."

Barbara looked so proud of herself. Jenny wished she could feel the same way.

"I hope Ba—um, Jeffery doesn't figure out what we did or where we are."

Barbara shrugged. "Why would he? He thinks I'm straight, and unless you told him you're gay, I don't think he has any clue. And even if he did, why would he put us together? No one knows anything. Give me a minute and I'll meet you downstairs and we can have brunch." She walked away and back into her bedroom.

Jenny sat on the couch waiting. She soon became antsy and walked over to the

window to open the drapes. She noted they were automatic ones and found the button on the side of the wall. She pressed it and as the drapes opened, Jenny scowled,

disappointed in the weather. The day was somewhat overcast with a few patches of

blue peeking out in between the clouds. She still couldn't believe the view. The New York skyline looked like a perfect picture postcard.

Barbara came down the stairs and Jenny turned as she came over to stand beside

her.

"Even though I see the same sight every day, the view still amazes me. Every morning before I leave for work, I take a moment to look out at the world and mentally prepare myself for the day ahead."

Jenny put her arms around Barbara and placed her head on her shoulder. "The

fantastic view I have from my window is a brick building."

Barbara rubbed her cheek against the top of Jenny's head. "You're more than

welcome to come back and see my view anytime."

Jenny didn't respond. Instead, she moved away, patting her stomach. "I'm

starving. We used up a lot of energy last night."

"Oh, poor baby. We wouldn't want you to starve now, would we?" Barbara

brushed Jenny's cheek and walked toward her industrial-sized kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and took out a loaf of bread and some eggs. "Does French toast sound good?"

"From scratch?"

Barbara rolled her eyes. "Of course."

Jenny's stomach growled. "I think that sounds perfect."

"Why don't you start on the coffee and I'll make the toast?"

Jenny walked over to the coffeemaker. She was trying to figure out how to turn it on when Barbara came up behind her and gave her a hug. Jenny turned and hugged her back.

"I'm so glad you decided to stay with me."

Jenny gave her a quick kiss. "How else would I get breakfast made for me?" She turned away again and Barbara slapped her on the ass.

"Hey." Jenny said without too much heat. She winked at her lover and then turned to the sink to fill the carafe with water.

Barbara watched Jennifer for a moment, smiled and started on breakfast, her

heart full with the emotions she'd begun to develop for Jennifer.

* * * * *

Barbara recommended they have their breakfast outside on the balcony where

they could both enjoy the comfortable, spring-like day. Jenny had never eaten on a balcony before, not to mention one thirty floors up. She practically bounced with excitement at the idea.

Along with the French toast, they ate yogurt and fresh blueberries and

strawberries, as well as a nice pot of Columbian coffee that did an excellent job at perking Jenny awake. She limited herself to two cups because she didn't want to scare Barbara by bouncing off the walls from the intense brew.

She and Barbara talked of small things, such as their likes and dislikes and about the people in their lives. The clouds had moved on, leaving behind a perfect blue sky.

They sat next to each other, holding hands, enjoying the light breeze and their meal, very content with each other's company.

Jenny wanted to enjoy the next few hours with Barbara, knowing her fantasy

would soon be over and she'd have to go back to the every day grind of her life.

She bit into a strawberry and noticed the impish smile on Barbara's face "Here I'm thinking about what a wonderful morning it is, but from the smile on your face, you're probably thinking of sex again." She threw her napkin at Barbara. "You act like a guy sometimes."

Barbara took a sip of her coffee. "I can't help it. Do you know how long it's been since I had any? Plus, last night was incredible." She reached over and gave Jenny a kiss. "Thank you for trusting me and letting me do such naughty things to you."

Jenny blushed and hid her face behind her hands. "I should be thanking you. I need to get myself a Jack."

"You can borrow mine anytime." Barbara squeezed Jenny's hand and finished off the last of her French toast. "I could get used this."

"What do you mean?" Jenny asked around a bite of yogurt.

"My usual mornings, when I'm not rushing out the door to get to a meeting or running late to the office, consist of reading some boring business papers or working on my laptop while I scarf something down." She smiled and tugged on a strand of Jenny's hair.

Jenny ate another strawberry, trying to find a way to bring up their future

together. The way she talked made Jenny believe Barbara wanted more nights together.

The question was how to bring it up without sounding too needy?

She finished eating her berry and had opened her mouth to ask when they might

get together again, when Barbara changed the direction of the conversation.

"I know we shouldn't be talking about work, but I want your insight on

something about the hotel."

"Really? I'm not an expert or anything like that. I bet you get a ton of advice from your lawyers or executives who have better insight then I do." Jenny relaxed back against her seat.

"I value your opinion. I've been thinking of possible ways to improve the St.

Jennings and would love to hear from an employee like you on how this could be

accomplished."

Jenny scratched her cheek as she thought of an answer. "Hmm . . . let me

see . . . ." She looked off into the distance as she mulled over the possibilities.

Barbara leaned back in her seat, holding her cup of coffee and waiting silently.

Jenny nodded. "I do have some ideas, if you're sure you want to hear them."

"Absolutely."

Jenny smoothed down her robe to give her nervous hands something to do.

"Okay. I think the hotel needs some updating. The atmosphere gives off an older vibe where we need to come up to speed in a more modern way. We're the only hotel in the city with no unlimited Wi-Fi in the lobby. Also, a perk that may get us additional reservations is free Internet in the rooms or a certain amount of free time at certain points in the day. New televisions would be nice. Maybe some LCDs or Hi Def ones.

The furniture needs updating in the lobby and in the bar area. You may also want to think about expanding the bar and turning it into a restaurant or perhaps serve bar snacks or food. Maybe think about having happy hour or live music to bring in people off the street. If they get drunk enough, they may get a room for the night and sleep it off. Let me think . . . what else?"

Barbara sat up straight in her chair and put her mug on the table with a loud

bang. Jenny jolted out of her musings. Barbara gave her a blank stare.

Jenny shivered as the dark heated look grew in Barbara's eyes. "Um, Barbara did I say something wrong? Are my ideas too over the top? Cause if they are you can

just—"

Barbara grabbed Jenny by the neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Jenny placed her

hands over Barbara's, surprised by her action, but deciding to go with the flow and enjoy herself. She hung half out of the chair as Barbara tried to pull her onto her lap.

Jenny pulled back before she tipped over. "I guess you do like my ideas."

Barbara moved in closer and looked off to the side. "Damn. Maybe I've been

going about this all the wrong way."

"What do you mean by the wrong way? Us?"

Barbara gave Jenny's hand a squeeze "I was woolgathering for a minute there.

For the longest time the advice I've been—never mind, it's not important. Sorry, I got a little excited."

"A little?" Jenny joked and gave Barbara a kiss. She cupped Barbara's cheeks and deepened the kiss. A moment later, they broke apart, panting, their robes hanging open for all of Manhattan to see. Jenny closed her robe, while Barbara sat back with hers half off. She made no move to cover her body and looked bemused by Jenny's actions.

"Jennifer, no one can see us. Sometimes I even sunbathe out here nude."

"You're more of an exhibitionist than I am."

"I can see that. You're a good person to have around. In fact, I have a business proposition, if you're interested?"

Jenny lifted her coffee cup and took a sip of the lukewarm liquid. "Oh. What type of proposition?"

"You're going for a degree in business management. I think your skills and

expertise can be used better somewhere else other than just working at the hotel. I'm without an assistant at the moment and in dire need of one. The salary would be much better than your current one and I would be willing to work around your school

schedule. What do you say?"

Jenny sat quietly for a moment, absorbing Barbara's amazing and unexpected

offer. "This is very generous of you, but . . . um . . . I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not?" Barbara asked and tapped her fingers on the table, clearly annoyed, judging by the expression on her face.

Jenny looked down at her lap. "Well, with the way things are between us right now, it wouldn't necessarily make for a good working relationship. For now it may be better to let things remain as they are. I'm honored you would think of me for the position, but I don't want you to offer it to me just because of what's going on between us."

Barbara crossed her arms and lifted an eyebrow. "I'm not offering you the

position just because I'm attracted to you or because of the night we had together. You are smart and very motivated. Exactly the type of person I want working for me. You're wasting your life away as a front-end hotel clerk. Just think of the experience you can add to your resume if you work directly for me."

Jenny scowled. "I'm wasting my life away as a hotel clerk? Do you think I want to keep doing that for the rest of my life? Why do you think I'm going to school? In a year I'll have my degree and will be able to find a real job.

Barbara placed her hand on Jenny's arm. "Jennifer, you're acting like—"

"Excuse me. I need to go to the bathroom." Jenny pulled her arm away and stood.

Without a second glance she opened the balcony door and walked inside to get her

things.

She stomped up the stairs to the bedroom and mumbled under her breath. She

felt like screaming, but would remain calm. God forbid she did go off on Barbara. The Barracuda would accuse her of having a tantrum. After all, Barbara treated her like a child most of the time. She was so busy cursing and trying to locate her clothes she didn't hear Barbara come up the stairs.

"Jennifer, wait." Barbara followed her into the bathroom while Jenny looked around the room for anything else belonging to her.

She glanced at Barbara and sniffed. "At least you have the decency to cover up."

Barbara blocked the door and tightened the belt on her robe. "It was becoming too breezy having certain body parts flapping around."

Jenny choked as she tried to cover a laugh. Seeing the bathroom looked clear, she walked out, but Barbara continued to block the exit. Jenny crossed her arms and

stamped her foot. "Barbara, I'm not in the mood right now. I know you're so used to getting your way, but in this case, you're going to fail. It's better if I leave anyway."

Barbara moved away from the doorway and reached out to grab Jenny. She

pulled away from Barbara, but Barbara was stronger and quicker. Jenny stood stiffly in Barbara's arms while the other woman rubbed her hands up and down Jenny's arms.

"Let me apologize. You're right. I like having things done my way. In the short time we've been together you've given me a sense of balance. It may sound funny to you, but in the past few hours I feel like we've connected. I wanted to offer you something in return and I didn't think a traditional gift would do. A personal assistant is more than just a job. Every single one of my past assistants hasn't worked out. I thought . . . I thought you and I would be perfect together in that aspect. I'm thinking with my head and not with my . . . . "

"Your pussy?"

"Jesus, Jennifer. Sometimes you come out with these zingers. And you always

speak your mind. That's what I like about you."

Jenny looked down at her feet and bit her lip. "I like you too. I'm sorry for the way I reacted. I think with everything going on between us, and now this job offer, it's a bit too much at the moment. May I think about it?"

Barbara shifted from side to side. She nodded and rubbed Jenny's arms. "Very well. Let's hold off on any more talk of jobs or work."

"Okay." Jenny smiled, the tension leaving her body. She relaxed in Barbara's embrace.

Barbara moved in closer until their legs bumped. "Do you really want to leave or do you want to fool around?"

Jenny licked her lips and put her arms around Barbara's waist. "Would this be considered make up sex?"

"We can call it that," Barbara whispered and untied Jenny's robe. She pulled the robe halfway down Jenny's arms and caressed her breasts. "I think Jack is lonely. Why don't we give him some love also?"

Jenny giggled and then moaned as Barbara's knee went in between her legs and

rubbed up against her.

"I would like to," she whispered and brushed Barbara's lips with her own.

Barbara walked backward and Jenny followed without breaking the kiss. When

they reached the bedroom, Jenny pushed Barbara on the bed and walked over to get

Jack from the dresser. She squeezed the vibrator and Barbara moaned.

"Let me clean this up and then we can have some fun," Jenny said as she walked into the bathroom. She quickly cleaned the vibrator in the bathroom sink then returned to the bedroom, only to stop dead in her tracks.

Barbara lay on the bed, fingering her pussy. Her eyes were half-closed, and her

glossy lips were half-open. She looked incredible, erotic, amazingly desirable.

Jenny stood watching Barbara masturbating and dropped her robe to the

ground. Barbara spread her cream around her pussy lips, her gaze dropping to the

vibrator Jenny still held in her hand.

Jenny smiled and climbed on the bed. She crawled between Barbara's

outstretched thighs and placed the vibrator against Barbara's sopping wet cunt.

Barbara opened her legs wide and gasped. "Put it inside me, Jennifer. Please."

Her legs wrapped around Jenny's waist and Jenny slowly slid the vibrator inside

Barbara's pussy.

"More . . . give me more." Barbara begged, thrusting her hips.

Jenny pumped the vibrator in and out, deeper, faster, watching Barbara's face.

She sensed her impending orgasm, and leaned to capture Barbara's cry of pleasure with a searing kiss.

Chapter Ten

By the time Jenny returned home it was after four in the afternoon. Everything

seemed bigger and brighter to her, and she had an extra spring in her step. Actually, she only had a mental extra spring in her step. Truth be told, she was moving a lot slower than normal because her leg muscles hurt from all the intense sexual activity she'd engaged over the past twenty-four hours. But she wouldn't change any of it for the world. As she sat in the taxi Barbara had called for her to take her home, she hugged herself, trying to hold back laughter as she went over all the things she and Barbara did together.

She still felt a bit damp and sore, but it didn't stop her from wanting more from Barbara. After they fucked with the vibrator again, they had laid in bed, wrapped in each others arms, kissing and caressing one another. In the middle of making out, she had dozed off. When she awoke again, it was going on four and she needed to go home.

Barbara understood and after some more wonderful kissing, Jenny dressed with the

promise of seeing her tomorrow.

When the taxi driver pulled to a stop in front of her building, Jenny gave him the money Barbara had forced her to take. Climbing the stairs took a bit longer than

normal, but it gave her some time to come up with a story Mike would believe. The minute he saw her he would know she'd been fucked and fucked well. As she went

over what she would say, her cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Jenny said, out of breath.

"Hey, beautiful. Did you get home okay?"

A warm and fuzzy feeling flowed through her entire body. When was the last

time someone cared enough about her to call to see if she'd made it home safely? "Hey there, yourself. I'm in the middle of climbing the stairs up to my apartment. It's taking me more time than usual."

"Next time I'll make sure I'm gentler with you."

Jenny heard some rustling on Barbara's end. "What are you up to?"

"Reading some reports and answering a ton of emails."

"I need to get some studying in for my calc test on Monday." Jenny reached her floor and slipped her key into the lock. "I better get going. If I stay on the phone with you I won't get anything done."

"I guess phone sex is out of the question then?" Barbara asked.

Even though no one was around to overhear the conversation, Jenny couldn't

help but blush. "I think you better tone down your nympho-like tendencies. You and I had enough fun for one day. Now we must be adults and do our work."

Barbara let out a loud sigh. "Yes, ma'am. I won't interrupt you again. I'll be coming in tomorrow anyway. If I don't go out of my way to be too friendly, don't be upset. It's just . . . . "

Jenny leaned against the wall. "I understand. For now we'll keep everything

quiet until we can figure things out."

"Thanks, kiddo. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Maybe we can meet in the

bathroom again where I can have you for lunch."

"Sure, sure. Bye now." Jenny's face heated, but embarrassment didn't stop her from envisioning herself sitting on the bathroom counter while Barbara's head was in between her legs.

"Later, beautiful." Barbara hung up.

Jenny stood there for a moment, staring off into space with what was no doubt a

goofy grin on her face.

"I can't believe one of the richest women in Manhattan thinks I'm beautiful."

Jenny opened the door and almost skipped into her apartment. She closed the door with a soft click and tried to make it into her room without Mike hearing her. But she had to go right by the kitchen, and as she passed, Mike glanced up from his laptop.

"Welcome home, Jenny. How was your late night study session?" He sat with his arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

Jenny mentally scrambled for a believable response. She couldn't very well tell

Mike the truth. "It went great." She continued walking toward her bedroom, hoping to escape a full-blown inquisition.

"Oh, no, no, no, Jennifer. Come sit down. Let's have a little chat." Mike patted the kitchen chair next to him.

Jenny kept her smile in place and walked over to her roommate. She went

through the motions of placing her purse on the table and pulling out a chair. Mike crossed his arms again, waiting for her to tell her story. As Jenny sat down she looked over to see what he was worked on.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked.

Mike pulled the top of his laptop down. "Nothing important, just writing. From the glow surrounding you, or rather I should say from your flushed skin, I'd say you didn't spend too much time studying. Unless, of course, you've signed up for a course on sex ed?"

Jenny pushed her hair behind her ears and looked everywhere except at Mike.

She rubbed her neck where her hickey pulsed. Mike watched her every motion, which only served to increase her anxiety. What the hell could she tell him? Maybe he'd settle for a half-truth.

"I'm not going to lie to you. Yes, I spent the night with someone." She held up a finger when Mike was about to interrupt. "And no, I'm not going to tell you who."

"Someone I know?"

Jenny bit her lip and averted her gaze. She hated lying to Mike, but it couldn't be helped. "Nope. No one you know. She's a classmate. We've become very close and she invited me over to her place. One thing led to another . . . ."

"You both had some hot tongue action going on?"

"You have no idea," she mumbled under her breath.

Mike cupped his ear in his hand. "Huh? What's that?"

"You really want me to say it?" Jenny asked as she covered her face with her hands.

"Uh huh."

"There was a lot of action . . . mouths and tongues and hands. Oh god, I can't tell you any of this." Jenny started to stand, but Mike grabbed her by her jacket.

"Come on, sit down. Seriously, I'm joking. I don't want to know all the dirty details. Can you at least tell me if you had fun? Was it okay?"

"Mike, I'm not some naïve virgin. I've had some . . . um . . . a lover before this."

"Honey, if you're counting a one-time fling in college, you need to re-analyze things and fast. A lover is someone who has you grunting and sweating and makes you come all over yourself . . . and them. They make you feel good. Did this mysterious woman do that for you?"

Jenny slid lower in her chair. "Yes." She whispered.

Mike placed his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair. "Good. It's about time you had a good fu—what would you call it?"

"Fuck?" Jenny said with a raised eyebrow.

"No way. How can two women fuck each other—? Ah, screw it. Anyway, as long

as you had fun . . . ."

"I did, Mike. It was amazing."

"Knowing one of us is getting some is all that matters. I'm doomed to using my hand for the rest of my life." Mike let out a dramatic sigh.

Jenny laughed and rubbed his arm. "The perfect man is out there waiting for you.

You just have to get over this fascination with James."

"Yeah. I know. I'm trying. But enough about me. Tell me about Miss Right."

Jenny was deciding how much she wanted to spill to Mike when her cell phone

rang. Saved by the bell! She took out her phone and saw her mother was calling.

"Oops. Gotta take this. My mom is on the phone." She flipped open her cell. "Hi, Mom."

Mike shook his head. "Figures. We will talk." He wagged a finger.

Jenny shooed him away and walked into her bedroom with the phone pressed

against her ear.

Mike watched her walk away, and then opened his laptop and tapped his fingers

lightly on his keyboard as he tried to regain his thought process.

"If she only knew how I'm trying to get over him." Mike mumbled under his breath as he looked at his screen and got back to work on his top secret project.

* * * * *

A massive storm rolled in overnight and the rain came down in sheets. For the

first time in the past few days, Jenny was excited about going into work, regardless of the weather. As she watched the raindrops stream down her bedroom window, she

snuggled under the covers, wishing Barbara was there to keep her warm. Even though it was the middle of spring, the weather was still cool enough to require a heavy blanket at night. Perfect cuddling weather, and Jenny longed to share moments like this with Barbara. They'd wake up together, make love . . . the perfect way to start the day. But for the moment, the situation she and Barbara were involved in called for some

delicacy. Having Barbara sleep over at her place was not in the cards any time soon.

After her hour-long phone conversation with her mother, she'd studied in her

bedroom. Mike didn't bother her again. But even though she tried, she just couldn't concentrate. All her thoughts were focused on Barbara. Every time she remembered

what she and Barbara did, her pussy fluttered. At one point she lay on her bed and fingered herself so she would come and have some relief. But it wasn't enough. She needed Barbara and some good old 'Jack love' to get her off. Eventually she finished studying and went to bed unfulfilled.

"You've got it bad, Caffey." She sighed.

Only Burt, her childhood teddy bear, heard her complaint. She sat up in bed and

patted him and leaned over for her cell phone. There were no calls or text messages.

Not that she expected either from Barbara. And why would someone like Barbara, who was older, worldlier and more mature than her, text her? Maybe if Barbara was closer to her age . . . .

Jenny rubbed her forehead. She couldn't help but analyze the way things were

between them. Yesterday had been incredible, but now they both had to face real life again. Even though the day looked dreary, she couldn't wait to see Barbara again and hoped things wouldn't be too strange between them.

She stood and stretched, forcing herself to remain calm. Things will be great, she told herself. Things will be just great.

* * * * *

It was a good thing Jenny woke up earlier than usual. The heavy rain made the

subway trains run late and her normal twenty minute commute took almost at hour. By the time she reached her stop, she was lucky enough to have fifteen minutes to spare.

She wore her black raincoat and matching hat, and carried a big umbrella; even with the wind and pounding rain, she remained dry. She refused to let the miserable day put a damper on her mood. As she entered the hotel, she looked over at the concierge desk and noticed Jeffery wasn't standing at his usual spot. As she walked toward the

employee locker room she noticed his office door was closed.

Jenny waved at one of the girls standing at the front desk and pointed to Jeffery's closed door.

"Meeting." Her co-worker mouthed.

Jenny nodded and continued on her way.

She wanted to walk down the other end of the hall to see if Barbara was in one of the empty conference rooms, but forced herself to keep moving in the opposite

direction. She had to start her shift.

Since Jeffery was tied up, Jenny manned the concierge desk and kept busy

talking with guests and answering the phone. As she waited on a few people, she saw Barbara walking down the hall. Trying to remain cool, she kept her attention on one of the guests who had asked her about an affordable restaurant to go to for lunch. As she answered, Barbara walked by and glanced her way. Time seemed to stop as she met

Barbara's eyes. She gave Barbara a small smile. Barbara gave her an almost

imperceptible nod and kept walking.

Jenny didn't let Barbara's cold shoulder routine annoy her. Later they would talk and come to a decision about how they should behave in public.

She ignored the small twinges of doubt that continued to spring up in the back of her mind and focused on her work.

* * * * *

Barbara sighed and stretched her arms as she finished her last interview of the

day. It was almost four o'clock and she still had so much more to do even though it was a Sunday. She stood and grabbed the bottle of water she'd been drinking, along with the files and her briefcase, and made her way out into the lobby. She glanced at the

concierge desk. Jennifer wasn't there.

Where could she be? She couldn't help it, and knew she shouldn't ask, but she needed to know where Jennifer had gone off to. She wanted to see her, to make sure everything was fine between them.

"Hello, Sarah." Barbara glanced down at the nametag of the girl behind the concierge desk. "Do you know where Ms. Caffey is?"

Sarah looked nervous and Barbara wanted to roll her eyes. Sometimes having a

reputation of being a bad ass became very annoying.

"H-hello Ms. Jenn-ings. Um, Jenny went on her break. She sh-should be in the break room." Sarah looked at the floor.

"Thanks." Barbara walked away feeling irate. Everyone always acted like they were on pins and needles whenever she was around. Her employees came across too

stiff, as if they feared one wrong move would get them fired. She may need to let go of some of the staff, but she couldn't stand always being kept at a distance. The only ones who didn't act strange toward her were Jeffery—who acted a bit too friendly and over eager—and of course Jennifer, who she would love to have on much closer terms. But this was a business and they were expected to act like professionals. But that didn't stop her from wanting to find Jennifer and have a few moments to see her and perhaps

sneak in a kiss or two.

Barbara had never been inside the first floor employee break room. She swiped

her key card in lock on the door labeled, 'Employees Only' and pushed her way inside.

Lockers ran the length of each side wall, and near the back was another open room.

Barbara walked toward the room where she saw Jennifer sitting at a table talking on her cell phone.

". . . . Tonya you can stop with the guilt trip. I'll come out for one beer but then I have to get home so I can study for my killer calc test . . . . What? I'm going to kill Mike!

Why did he mention I didn't come—?"

Jennifer broke off her statement when she saw Barbara standing there in the

doorway with her arms crossed watching her.

"Ah, Tonya, I need to go. Yeah . . . . Okay . . . . I won't bail out. Bye." Jennifer hung up. "Hey. I'm surprised you came back here."

Barbara looked around at the gray walls and cheap furniture. "I've been looking for you. The girl, what's her name . . . Sarah . . . said you were on your break. I put two and two together and knew you would be in here. Who's Tonya?"

Jennifer put her phone into her jacket pocket. "She's just a friend. I have about ten minutes left. I better go to the bathroom and get back out."

Jennifer stood and walked toward the exit, but Barbara reached out an arm and

blocked her escape. "Hey there. What's the rush? I wanted to stop in and say hello. It's been a busy day." She reached over and pushed a piece of hair away from Jennifer's cheek.

Jennifer closed her eyes and moaned softly. "Sorry. I'm feeling a bit awkward with the way things are. I know you want to keep this on the DL, but it still makes me nervous."

"DL?" Barbara asked.

Jennifer's eyes shot open. A strange look crossed her face. One Barbara had never seen before. "It means on the down low."

Barbara moved her arm away from the doorway and leaned in to give Jennifer a

kiss. Jennifer backed away, and Barbara frowned.

"What's the matter?"

Jennifer looked around again. "You of all people should understand we shouldn't be all lovey-dovey at work." She shook her head and walked out into the locker room and over to the women's bathroom.

Barbara stood there both dumbfounded and a bit peeved. No one walked away

from her unless she'd dismissed them. Something was going on in Jennifer's mind and she didn't like it.

Barbara followed Jennifer into the bathroom. She waited for Jennifer to finish her business in one of the stalls and when the toilet flushed and the stall door opened, Jennifer looked surprised to see her leaning against one of the sinks.

"I know this isn't the place to talk about things between us, but something is bugging you and I want to know what it is," Barbara explained as Jennifer washed her hands.

"I agree with you. This isn't the place to talk about things between us. Why don't we get together after my classes tomorrow? I finish around four. We can go for dinner or for coffee."

Jennifer wouldn't look at her and that small act made Barbara even more peeved.

She stepped away from the sink and stood close to Jennifer while she wiped her hands with a paper towel and threw it in the garbage can.

"What about tonight after you get off of work?"

Jennifer glanced at the door as if she longed to make her escape. "I can't. I have plans already."

"Oh? With whom? Tonya?" Barbara couldn't ignore the jealousy eating away at her. The way Jennifer talked on the phone to this mysterious Tonya made her hackles rise. Jennifer's smile and the tone of her voice as she spoke about this 'friend' of hers sounded too intimate for Barbara's tastes.

"Like I said before, she's just a friend." Jennifer spoke slowly, as if talking to a child.

Now I'm through playing nice. "What type of friend?" She moved in closer and made Jennifer back up against the sink.

"Haven't we been there, done this already? Come on, Barbara, anyone could

come in and see us," Jennifer argued.

Barbara smirked, noticed how Jennifer's body responded to hers. She pressed up

against her even more.

"I know. This whole situation is ridiculous and puts us both in a bad position."

Barbara ran her tongue across Jennifer's lips. Jennifer released a puff of air. "But I can't seem to stay away from you." Barbara growled and grabbed Jennifer by her hair and kissed her. Jennifer kept her mouth closed for a second but then returned the kiss. She opened her legs and rubbed against Barbara's knee, allowing it to move in between her thighs.

They kissed as if they hadn't seen each other in years rather than a span of a few hours. Barbara moved her hands under Jennifer's skirt, and Jennifer shivered.

"Who . . . is . . . Tonya?" Barbara asked again as she sucked at the flesh behind Jennifer's ear. Jennifer grabbed Barbara by the back of the head and released a soft moan.

"Tonya . . . works here. She is . . . um . . . on the housekeeping staff. We have . . . uh . . . known each other since high school. She is justafriend—" Jennifer let out a small screech as Barbara reached between her legs and fingered her clit.

Jennifer's head dropped onto Barbara's shoulder and she bit down. Barbara

moaned and inserted her finger into Jenny's very wet pussy.

"Jennifer, touch me like I'm touching you. I need you to . . . come on . . . just for a few minutes." She never begged anyone for anything . . . but here she was doing just that.

Jennifer glanced up with glazed eyes and glanced at the closed door. Their

combined panting was the only sound that filled the room.

"Okay. But if we get caught—"

"We won't." Barbara promised and latched onto Jennifer's lips again. She moved her finger around until she found Jennifer's clit and rubbed hard. Jennifer whimpered and Barbara grabbed her hand and pushed it down, placing it against the crotch of her gray slacks.

Jennifer pushed her palm against Barbara, and Barbara moaned in response.

"I love how wet you get for me." Jennifer whispered into Barbara's ear and unzipped her pants.

"Oh, wow, Barbara, no underwear again?" Jennifer let out a husky laugh and rooted her fingers through Barbara's trimmed curls.

Barbara pushed another finger into Jennifer. "Harder. Like this." She showed Jennifer what she wanted as she brought her to her peak. Jennifer stood on her tiptoes and grinded against Barbara's hand. She palmed Barbara's center and slid her middle finger into her moist pussy.

"I love touching you." Jennifer whispered and kissed Barbara on the lips.

Barbara reciprocated and their tongues entwined. Their hands and fingers

moved fast with the promise of bringing them both to heaven. Jennifer came first and Barbara followed soon after.

Jennifer sat halfway in one of the sinks. Barbara leaned against her and panted in her ear. Their fingers still lay inside one another. They made no move to leave.

Barbara looked up and gave Jennifer a tender kiss. "Simply amazing, kiddo. Isn't having angry sex fun?"

Jennifer kissed her back. "Is that what just we did?"

Barbara stared at Jennifer for a second and opened her mouth to answer when

she heard the faint sound of a door opening. Jennifer stiffened and pushed her away. As Barbara's fingers withdrew, Jennifer frowned and pulled her uniform together. Barbara did the same.

"How are we going to get out of this?" Jennifer asked in a frantic whisper.

Barbara acted cool as ever as she looked in the mirror and blotted away the

sweat on her face with a paper towel. "You'll leave first as if nothing is wrong and then I'll follow after. No one will think it's strange. I'll just say I wanted to check out the employee lounge and needed to use the bathroom."

"What about the smell?" Jennifer sniffed and made a face. "It smells like sex."

Barbara held back a laugh. She wanted to give Jennifer a hug to calm her down.

"No need to worry. Just watch." Barbara picked up a can of air freshener sitting on the counter. It would be perfect in disguising any noticeable bathroom smells. She sprayed around the small room.

Jennifer looked over her shoulder at the door, as if she expected someone to walk in. No one did. Barbara put the canister back on the sink and wiped her hands. "See.

Now it's all better."

"I guess." Jennifer grumbled and washed her hands.

Barbara finished wiping her face.

"Aren't you going to wash your hands?" Jennifer asked.

Barbara leaned over to whisper into Jennifer's ear. "No. I want to keep your smell on them."

Jennifer swallowed and rubbed a hand over her mouth. Barbara patted her

shoulder.

"I have to go talk to Jeffery and get back to the office. Want to get together after you finish with your classes tomorrow?"

"Sounds like a date." Jennifer bit her lip.

Barbara reached over and flicked Jennifer's bottom lip . She is so adorable when she's nervous. "Now go back to work. Don't worry. You look fine." Barbara winked.

Jennifer nodded and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

Barbara waited in anticipation. But Jennifer didn't say a word. Instead, she opened the bathroom door halfway to peek out to see if anyone was around. Apparently the coast was clear, because she walked out, leaving Barbara wondering what she'd been about to say.

"Oh my god. I can't believe I made out in the bathroom." Barbara giggled and clasped her hands over her mouth, overcome with giddiness for a brief moment. She couldn't wait until the next time when she was with Jennifer. The girl added a whole new fun dimension to her life. They still needed to hide what was growing between them, but at least their relationship seemed to be back on track.

Barbara wished she could say the same for the hotel. Some decision would have

to be made and fast before her meeting with Kyle James. She and the real estate tycoon would decide the future of the St. Jennings.

She took one last glimpse into the mirror and drew in a few deep breaths. Pulling back her shoulders, and standing tall and proud, she made her way out of the

bathroom. As she walked through the locker room, where some workers took their

break, she sniffed her hands and smiled.

Soon she would have Jennifer again and do her very best to make her accept the

position as her assistant before she found out about the planned firings.

* * * * *

"Jennifer, before you leave for the day I need you tidy up my desk. I have to go see the janitorial manager in a few minutes," Jeffrey said as he stood, rifling through a stack of paperwork. He mumbled something under his breath.

"Sure, Jeffery. What did you just say? I missed the last part." Jenny had fifteen minutes until her shift ended and was anxious to meet Mike and Tonya at The Watering Hole . She'd been on cloud nine ever since she and Barbara had their fun in the bathroom earlier.

"What? Oh nothing. These numbers are just disappointing. It doesn't—never

mind."

Jenny studied Jeffery's expression. He seemed very out of sorts. She almost asked if he was feeling okay, but he walked away from her before she had a chance.

"He's so weird sometimes." Jenny mumbled under her breath.

"Of course he's weird. This is Bane we're talking about here."

Jenny spun around, her face heating as she realized Tia, one of the other

employees who sometimes manned the front desk, had overheard her comment about

Jeffrey.

Tia smiled. "It's okay. I won't tell him you've been talking about him. But you better go ahead and clean his highness's office before he finds something else for you to do, like scrub the floor." She laughed and turned away to help some guests who walked up to the front desk.

Jenny turned back to Jeffery's desk with a grimace. Even though she'd just

straightened his office two days ago, it looked like someone had ransacked the place.

Desk drawers hung open and papers were scattered all over the room. Pens lay on the floor and some post-it notes looked like they'd procreated as they lay in almost every corner of the room. She put her hand on the desk and then immediately pulled it away when she encountered some sticky, unnamed substance.

" Eww . . . what the hell?" She gasped and looked at her fingers covered in a strange, mysterious brown goop. She shook her hand, but it wouldn't come off. She walked out of the room, masking her disgust behind a thin-lipped smile as she hunted under the front desk for a bottle of spray cleaner and a roll of paper towels. Cleaning supplies in hand, she went back into Jeffery's foul office on a mission. First, she sprayed her hand and cleaned it. Next, she took everything off of the desk, sprayed the top and wiped it down with the paper towels. When the surface was shiny and clean, she placed everything back on top. She also cleaned the computer keyboard and monitor as well as the computer mouse.

"What a pig." Jenny grumbled. She lifted the phone receiver and wiped away the grease with a clean paper towel. When the phone appeared to be spotless, she placed the receiver against her ear to make sure she could hear a dial tone. She was surprised to hear a click and a voice talking on the opposite end.

"Hey, Rich thanks for getting back to me." Jeffery's voice came over the line.

Jenny wrinkled her brow. Why would Jeffery be talking to someone on a hotel

landline when he had his Blackberry on him to make personal calls? She shrugged,

about to place the receiver down, when she heard the other voice on the line say

something that stopped her in her tracks.

"I have your resume and can promise you an interview will be set up by next

week. I can't believe the St. Jennings is closing. The hotel has been there forever."

"Eh. What can you do? Cousin Barbara has a big fish interested in buying the building. She'll easily net a cool hundred mil on the place. She's also thinking of cutting the staff. Between now and the time we close, we still need to try to turn a profit. Even if she decides not to sell, we'll probably still need to cut costs. I've been up to my balls in meetings with these idiots over the past few days. They have no clue half of them may be cut loose." Jeffery explained.

"What about you? Not that you should have anything to worry about with The Barracuda being your cousin. You have a pretty sweet deal there."

"You would think the bitch would offer me a position in the main offices instead of keeping me here in this shit hole. She comes in and acts like she's god or something and tells me what to do. I've been running the show here for years, not her. She never gave a rat's ass before, but now that she can put a little more change in her pocket, she suddenly decides to show an interest. Acts as if she is so stressed out half the time.

You'd think she would be jumping for joy unloading this load of bricks. "

"After next week, you don't have to worry. As long as the interview goes off without a hitch, you're in, buddy," Rick said.

"Great. The highlight of all of this is I'll be around for some of the firings. She's given me some responsibility on deciding who stays and who goes. I can't wait. It'll be great to see who'll be begging me to stay." Jeffery chuckled and Rick joined in.

"Anyway, what are you doing . . . ?"

Jenny pulled the phone away from her ear and gently replaced it on its cradle.

She sat down in Jeffery's chair, shocked to her core. She wasn't surprised by the way he'd spoken on the phone, but what he had said to his friend had stunned her. How could Barbara do this to her, and her friends who needed their jobs to survive?

Jenny covered her mouth. At first she had found it very strange that Barbara

would offer her a job as her assistant, but now it made perfect sense. If Barbara thought about closing the St. Jennings, she and everyone else, including Mike and Tonya, would be out of jobs.

She stood, not sure how to handle this information. Apparently, no one else

knew . . . just Jeffrey, Barbara, and now her. But now that she knew, how would she handle it? Should she tell everyone, ask Jeffery what the hell was going on, or confront Barbara herself?

As she tried to decide the best course of action, Jeffery waltzed in.

He was reading his Blackberry and didn't notice Jenny standing there. He

finished reading his email message and glanced around his office. "You can leave now."

Jeffery ordered.

Jenny moved to the side as he walked over to his desk and sat down, but she

didn't leave.

Jeffery looked up at her. "Is there something else you need?"

Jenny felt like her heart was going to explode. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. She had a second to decide if she should mention what she had overheard on the phone.

"I've been wondering how your meetings are going with everyone."

Jeffery placed his Blackberry on his desk and leaned back in his chair with his

hands behind his head and his stomach bulging out over his pants. "Pretty good.

Nothing too out of the ordinary. You know how it went down since you had your own with Ms. Jennings."

"Oh yeah." She wondered what Barbara had said about her to him. "Did she say anything interesting about me?"

"You haven't been a big subject of discussion, other than mentioning your

meeting went well." Jeffery made a face as he answered the questions she threw his way.

"What exactly are these meetings for?" She persisted.

"Typical review type stuff. Nothing to worry about."

Jenny couldn't believe Jeffery could lie so easily. She was utterly disgusted by

him, the whole situation, and appalled with herself for falling for a woman who could be so callous. Barbara and Jeffrey were two peas in a pod.

"That's good to know. For a moment I thought . . . well, it's silly, but maybe these meetings are to fish out certain employees who are lacking in their work."

"What are you getting at, Jenny?" Jeffery asked. He sat up and tapped his fingers against his chair.

"From other stories I've heard—"

"Jenny, go home. There's nothing else to talk about on this topic. I don't know what you've heard, but you should know better than to listen to rumors. Sometimes you worry about things that don't concern you."

Jenny clenched her fist as she tried to hold back a retort that would get her fired.

"Okay. Thanks."

As she walked away, Jeffery called out to her one last time.

"Jenny, if you see Mike tell him I have the book he wanted to borrow from me."

"I'll make sure to give him the message," she said in a taut voice and walked out the door. Without saying a word to anyone else, she rushed into the locker room and ran straight into the bathroom where only a few short hours ago she'd spent those brief, too-perfect moments with Barbara. As she splashed her face with cold water, she held back a sob. It didn't help. A few tears fell from her eyes and dripped down her cheeks.

Chapter Eleven

After Jenny had her mini-breakdown in the bathroom, she calmed down. At the

moment, she didn't know what to do next. She found herself in a position of being damned if you do, damned if you don't. She knew she couldn't stay in the bathroom all night. Her friends were waiting for her to stop by The Watering Hole.

She took in a few deep breaths and went over to her locker to get her things. She had two text messages from Mike, one missed call, and a phone message. Looking at the number, she recognized it as Barbara's. If she listened to the message, she would call her back and have it out with her. Instead, she would go have a drink with her friends and figure out what to do later.

Jenny walked out of the hotel in a daze, deep in thought. The rain had stopped

and the night had turned clear, with only a few scattered clouds remaining in the sky.

She walked around the puddles on the sidewalk. She felt utterly exhausted, not just because of all the sexual exercise she had engaged in with Barbara, but because she felt used. It didn't help matters she knew key information everyone she worked with had a right to know. She walked to the bar with a heavy heart. She planned on having one beer but craved something a lot stronger—like a few shots of vodka or tequila.

For a Sunday night, The Watering Hole looked pretty crowded with regulars and

others who wanted to get one last drink in before they started work or other important responsibilities come Monday. Just like the famed bar Cheers on television, The Watering Hole was a place to go where everyone really did know your name. The

moment Jenny entered the bar, many happy memories came rushing back and she

smiled over the trouble she, Mike and Tonya would get into as they got drunk under the watchful eye of James. Tonya's brother could be a big stickler but there were times he allowed the bar crowd to let loose, particularly on St. Patrick's Day, when bagpipers played to get the crowd excited. This would lead to some of the female patrons dancing on top of the bar. Jenny had been one of them once or twice.

The Watering Hole could be classified as a dive bar with wooden benches and

tables in the front. In the back were pool tables, dartboards and a few televisions to watch sporting events. The regulars came there for non-watered-down drinks and the low-priced happy hour during the week.

Jenny saw Mike and Tonya sitting in the corner booth, sharing a pitcher of beer.

Mike faced the door, which he always did, in order have a clear view of James,

who worked tonight. James chatted with an attractive guy in a suit, a Wall Street type, who drank from a glass of clear liquid.

James looked up and smiled when he saw Jenny. "Hey, Jens." He waved. She appreciated his nice smile and sparkling blue eyes. He had also started going gray around the temples and she couldn't help but compare him to Anderson Cooper, the

news reporter from the cable news network she sometimes watched. She started to walk over and say hello, but Mike motioned for her to come over.

"I'll catch ya later, Jamie," Jenny said.

James looked over at the booth where his sister and Mike sat and lifted his hand

in understanding. "Just come over when you need another pitcher."

"Will do," Jenny responded and walked over to her friends.

When she reached the booth, Mike made room for her to sit next to him. Without

a word, she picked up an empty glass that stood in the middle of table, poured a full glass of beer and chugged. Both Tonya and Mike watched in silence, most likely due to the fact that they'd never seen her do such a thing.

In less than a minute Jenny finished the beer and let out a loud burp. "Excuse me." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I think I'm going to need something a bit stronger than just beer."

"Whoa there, girl. What happened to having one drink and then you leaving to go to your study cave?" Tonya asked as she poured the last of the beer into her glass.

"We're out anyway. I'll go get more." She got up to go get another round when Mike stopped her by taking the pitcher from her.

"Let me get this one."

Both Jenny and Tonya looked at each other, amused.

Tonya placed her hand on Mike's shoulder. "Listen buddy. James is not

interested in you. You gotta get over this crush you have on him. It's been going on for way too long."

Mike gave the girls a pout. "I can still talk to the guy. Anyway, he doesn't look too happy at the moment. I don't like that slick guy sitting at the bar. He rubs me the wrong way."

Jenny and Tonya looked over at James. He frowned at something the Wall Street

guy said, but then turned away to take another patron's order.

Tonya picked up her beer and took a sip. "That dude is so not his type. Jamie would never go for a button up stiff neck like him. Look at the guy, chatting him up.

Probably thinks if he makes nice, he'll get some free booze. You know my brother. He's just being friendly. Now either give me the pitcher or I'm going to bop you over the head with it. You stay put and figure out why Jenny is so moody."

Tonya grabbed the empty pitcher from Mike and walked up to the bar where

James was pouring some beers.

Mike watched Tonya as she joked with her brother. Their laughter could be

heard across the room. Mike banged the back of his head against the wooden booth. "I do need help, and I need to get laid. I've never been this horny before. Why won't he screw me?"

Jenny rubbed her fingers on the surface of the table. "I'm not moody, it's just . . .

do you know Jeffery is an asshole?"

"Like that's anything new. He keeps asking me out."

"Before I left, he said to tell you he has the book you wanted to borrow from him."

Mike grunted. "He would just love me to have something of his. I've never asked him for any book. He overheard me talking to Patrick the handyman about how I

wanted to see the Andy Warhol exhibit down in the East Village. Jeffrey appears like a vampire from the shadows and says how he has an autobiography I can borrow from

him. Maybe we can even go to the exhibit together. Gag me." Mike moved his finger in and out of mouth.

Jenny bumped her shoulder against his." Maybe you should go out with him

once. Then he'll stop bothering you."

"Um, no, my naïve girlfriend. If I do, Jeffery will be all over me like white on rice.

The next thing he'll want to do is go to gay clubs where it will give him the perfect excuse to stick his tongue down my throat or suck me off."

"Michael! That's just too—ugh." Jenny made a face and Mike laughed.

"Anyway, enough about me. Why are you so down and what's it got to do with

Bane? Did he say something to upset you before you left work?"

"Let's just say I found out something that could ruin all our lives." Jenny looked down at the table again as her heart pounded. She wanted to tell Mike and Tonya her situation with Barbara but didn't want them to feel sorry for her or think she was so inexperienced, like Mike thought, for having an intimate relationship with their boss.

"Ruin our lives? Now I have to—" Mike began but stopped when Tonya came back with another pitcher of beer and a shot for Jenny.

"Here we go. I also got you a shot of rumple mints, compliments of the house."

She slid into the booth and poured herself a beer.

"Thanks, Tonya." Jenny wrinkled her nose. "Couldn't you've asked for vodka or tequila instead? Rumple mints is such a girly drink and won't go down well with beer."

"Please. You're one-hundred-percent girly, and after that shot, you won't want to drink anything else. I'm keeping your best interest at heart, seeing as I'm such a good friend and all." Tonya patted her unkempt hair.

Jenny took in her friend's bedraggled appearance, her bloodshot eyes, and

wondered if Tonya had trouble sleeping at night because of the separation. She hated to add to her friend's burdens by dropping the bomb that all their jobs were in jeopardy.

"Bottoms up." She saluted with her glass in the air and took a deep gulp. She wheezed and grabbed Mike's beer, taking a long sip. "This is so nasty." She burped and patted her stomach.

Mike shook his head and took his beer back. He sipped and stared across the

room. Jenny and Tonya shared a look again and Jenny poured her own beer chaser.

"Now that Tonya's back, you can tell us how our lives are going to be ruined,"

Mike said as he continued to watch the bar.

"As if my life could get any worse." Tonya lamented and looked down into her glass.

"I know I shouldn't tell anybody, but I overheard a conversation between Jeffery and his friend—"

"Shit! Jeffery has friends?" Mike asked, shocked.

Tonya giggled.

"Yup. His friend is willing to help him find another job."

"Why is this a bad thing? We should be celebrating." Tonya tapped her glass with Mike's.

"If only that was the main reason. What I'm about to tell you doesn't leave this booth. I don't want it to get around the hotel in case I'm wrong. And I hope I am." Jenny leaned in closer and looked around.

Both Mike and Tonya leaned forward. "This must be good if you don't want the twenty odd people around us to overhear." Mike commented as he looked over at James again.

Jenny grabbed his chin and turned his face back toward hers. "Can you keep

your lust under control for one moment and pay attention to me?'

Mike nodded and moved his face away. "Okay. Calm down. Maybe you need to

call your mate at school for another lesbo love fest."

Tonya gasped. "You finally got some action? With who? Is that why you want us to be all hush-hush? Did it suck? Is that why you're cranky because you didn't get your rocks off?"

"Jesus Christ, guys. This isn't about me getting laid. It's about our jobs." Jenny gritted her teeth to keep from yelling.

"What about our jobs?" Tonya asked, unconcerned as she poured more beer into her glass.

"If you two can stop your chattering for a moment I'll tell you. I picked up Jeffery's phone and heard him talking to his friend on another line. The reason Barb—

The Barracuda—is suddenly so involved in the St. Jennings and has scheduled these employee meetings is because she has a limited amount of time to make a decision

about the future of the hotel. She either closes the place down, sells it off to some rich guy, or she fires some of the staff."

Both Mike and Tonya looked at each other "Bull shit." They said in unison Jenny waved her hands in the air. "Hello? I'm not making this up. I heard it straight from the horse's mouth. Or should I say, the jackass's mouth."

"Jen, don't jump to conclusions. The rumor about Jennings selling the hotel has been around for a long time. The St. Jennings has been in her family for years. She isn't going to hand it over just to put more money in her pocket." Mike explained.

Jenny pushed away her glass. "But why would Jeffery tell his friend, and also look for a new job? He's got it made where he is."

"Because he wants to make himself sound good. If he's such a good employee,

why isn't he working in the ivory towers with her highness?" Tonya asked.

"Why do you call her that? She isn't too bad," Jenny said before she could stop herself.

"Excuse me. You never had a problem before . . . wait just a minute. I smell something different in the air." Tonya sniffed to prove her point. "I don't think Mike is the only one here with a crush on someone. Could it be, Miss Caffey, you have a crush on a certain someone also?"

Jenny lowered her chin to hide the blush rising. She bit her lip.

"Aha! I knew it. You have a thing for The Barracuda!" Tonya sounded pleased with herself.

"It's nothing," Jenny mumbled, not meeting her friend's eyes.

"It's okay, babe. Welcome to the world of unrequited love. It's a bitch." Mike picked up his glass to hit it against Jenny's, but she crossed her arms.

"It's not a crush." Jenny tapped her foot. She wanted to tell Mike and Tonya about her and Barbara but held back.

"Jenny, it's okay. For a while I was worried because you didn't show an interest in anybody. You don't drool over any famous actresses or rock stars. It's good to know you yearn for someone like we all do." Tonya placed her hand on her forehead and pretended to swoon.

"Feeling this way sucks. And now that we may be out of jobs, I just don't know anymore. I'm so confused." Jenny dropped her hands into her lap.

Mike put an arm around her shoulder and squeezed. "Don't worry. I'm not

worried. Tonya isn't. The one who has the least to worry about is you. Even if they closed the hotel, Jennings wouldn't let you go. You're a valued employee."

"Here, here." Tonya let out a tipsy burp.

"What if I told you Barb— Jennings offered me a job as her assistant?"

"I would say congratulations, and when do you start?" Mike finished off the rest of his beer.

"Yeah, me too." Tonya hiccupped and poured herself another beer.

"I don't know. It just seems a bit fishy with her offering me a job and then hearing this talk about the hotel closing. Maybe I should ask her?"

"You go ahead and do that. I would love to see you, a poor college student and employee of The Barracuda, go up and ask her what's going on. She'd laugh and tell you to mind your own business. Don't forget, Jenny, we are very much peons in her eyes.

Don't let your feelings for her cloud your judgment. Until you become her assistant, keep the questions very basic, like how much of a raise you're getting." Mike explained and gulped down more beer.

She could see arguing was useless since Mike and Tonya were close to drunk.

They didn't seem to understand, and unless she came out and said she was involved with Barbara, they wouldn't care one way or the other. She would keep her mouth shut and have one more beer before she hit the road. Perhaps if she had a good night's sleep, everything would be better in the morning.

* * * * *

The next morning didn't bring any new epiphanies for Jenny. As she went

through her classes, she kept her mind off work and her situation with Barbara. She still hadn't returned Barbara's first message. When Barbara called her a second time, she turned off her cell. She knew Barbara didn't like being ignored, and by not returning her calls, she'd soon become frustrated. Jenny didn't have to be at work until Tuesday and if it came down to it, she'd confront Barbara then.

Jenny worried Professor Jennings would talk to her after class. She wouldn't be

surprised to learn Barbara had spoken to him about their relationship. But when he released the class for the day, he didn't single her out and she breathed a sigh of relief and made her way to her train where she would go home and try to keep her mind off things.

But the urge to check her phone became overwhelming. When she got off at her

stop and made her way down her street, she checked to see if she had any new missed calls.

"Jennifer!" A voice rang out from behind her. One she had come to recognize all too well.

"I knew something was up when you didn't return any of my calls after I left a third message. I decided to take time out of my busy day and see why you're ignoring me." Barbara leaned against her Porsche with her arms crossed.

Jenny's heart jumped up into her throat. She'd walked right by the car without

even noticing it. And she also thought she would have more time before they talked.

She walked over to Barbara as she put her phone back into her bag. Barbara

looked very well put together and professional in her dark gray suit and matching heels. She wore sunglasses to block the glare from the setting sun.

"You didn't have to put yourself out on my account. I've been busy."

Barbara pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head and moved away from the

car. "What's the matter, Jennifer? I thought we made plans to see each other tonight.

Don't you realize what lengths it took for me to come here?"

"Yeah, I bet it's such a difficulty." Jenny looked around to see if anyone she knew lurked nearby. "I'm surprised you want to be seen with me in the daylight. Isn't your M.O. to work under the cloak of darkness?"

Barbara grabbed Jenny by the arm. "What the hell is wrong with you? Did

something happen?"

Jenny noted the concern in Barbara's eyes. She longed to kiss her, but that

wouldn't change what she knew. She could pretend to be a bitch and walk away from or come out and tell her what was on her mind.

"I've learned an interesting piece of news."

"Okay, so what's the deal?"

Jenny glanced up at her apartment. "Do you want to come up where we can talk or do you have a more important meeting to zoom off to?"

"Jennifer . . . ." Barbara moved in closer until they stood nose to nose.

Jenny stepped back. She needed to stay calm and not lose her cool. Wouldn't do

to make a scene—or start making out—on a public street.

"Let's go up." Jenny said in a kinder voice. Acting like a bitch wasn't going to get her anywhere.

Barbara gave Jenny a strained smile and squeezed her arm. "I would love to. But, what about Mike?"

"You don't have to worry about him. He's at work." Jenny couldn't keep the defensive tone out of her voice. Keeping their relationship on the down-low had grown tiresome already.

"Jennifer." Barbara admonished and reached out to grab her arm again, but Jenny turned away and walked up the front steps, expecting Barbara to follow her.

Barbara locked her car. Jenny looked over her shoulder and caught Barbara

staring at her ass. "Stop that. Let's go inside."

Even when we're having a fight, she still has sex on her mind. She's incorrigible. Jenny stomped up the stairs, unlocked the door and walked into her apartment. She left the door opened for Barbara, put her bag on a chair in the kitchen and opened the

refrigerator.

Barbara took in her surroundings. Jennifer's apartment was exactly what she'd

expected: very homey, even with the mismatched furniture that looked like it came from Ikea or a rummage sale.

"Would you like something to drink? I have iced tea."

"Iced tea would be great." Barbara walked into the kitchen and placed her hands on top of one of the chairs. She watched Jennifer take a glass from the cabinet and pour some tea. Barbara dug her fingers into the back of the chair. She hoped whatever was up Jennifer's ass could be resolved so they could relax and enjoy each other's company for the next few hours.

She wanted to walk over, back Jennifer against the counter and kiss the breath

out of her. But this time she would refrain since every time she seemed to have a moment alone with Jennifer, she end up pushing her against some hard surface.

Besides, Jennifer didn't seem too happy with her at the moment, and Barbara thought it best to keep her lust in check. At least for the time-being.

Jennifer placed the full glass on the table for Barbara to take and stood against the counter drinking her own. Both women kept silent as they sipped their cool drinks.

"Is it okay if we sit?" Barbara asked as she pulled out the chair in front of her.

"Be my guest. I'd rather stand."

"Okay then." Barbara pushed aside her aggravation and took a deep breath.

"Listen, I don't understand why you're in such a snit, so come out and tell me why you're so angry with me."

Jennifer gulped down the rest of her tea and put her glass in the sink. "If I was closer to your age, would you call what I'm having a snit?"

Barbara tapped her fingers on the table as she leaned back in the chair with her

other arm over the back. "Now you have me at a loss. Someone must have said

something about us because I can't figure out why you're suddenly so tense. Who

pissed you off? Does someone know about us?"

Jennifer pulled out the chair and sat. "No. I wish that was the main problem. I don't care about our age difference. If anything, it's because you're my very rich boss."

"Jennifer—"

Jennifer held up a hand to stop her. "Can you let me finish talking? I know you're used to having people listen to your every word, but I need to ask you something

before I lose my courage."

Barbara crossed her arms. "Very well. Go ahead, Jennifer. The table is all yours."

"I heard something you could say is a bit distressing, and I don't think it's a rumor. I'm just going to come out and ask. Are you thinking of closing down the St.

Jennings or firing some of the staff to save money?"

Barbara took another sip from her glass. "Where did you hear this?"

"What does it matter where or who I heard it from. Is it true?"

"Jennifer, this doesn't concern—"

"Don't you dare tell me this doesn't concern me." She slapped her hands on the table. "I want an answer, and I think I deserve one."

"If we weren't in a relationship, would you feel you had the right to ask me?"

Barbara asked very calmly.

"Relationship? What relationship? We had one night and we fucked each other to get it out of our systems. What we have doesn't qualify as anything close to a

relationship." Jennifer stood and knocked the chair out of her way.

Barbara stood and walked around the table. Even as Jennifer put her hands up,

Barbara pushed her against the counter.

"Oh yeah, back me into a corner like you always do. This time you can't kiss and fuck me into submission." Jennifer fought against Barbara's hold.

Barbara nodded. Jennifer was right. A kiss wasn't going to cut it here, so she let go. Jennifer walked around to the other side of the table, massaging her arms.

Barbara rubbed her forehead. "I'm sorry, Jennifer. I didn't mean to manhandle you. Are you alright?"

"Yes. It's just . . . I need you to stay away from me for now." Jennifer fell silent, tears filling her eyes.

Barbara grabbed the chair Jennifer had pushed to the side and sat down. "Fine. I will tell you what you want to hear. The St. Jennings is in dire straights. I have less than three months to turn things around. I need the hotel to start making a profit. It's so far in the red I don't think it can be saved. And after putting too much of my money into the hotel over the past five years, I'm ready to throw in the towel. There are two options. I lay off part of the staff and see what happens or I cut my losses because I have a buyer interested in the building."

"What type of buyer?" Jenny asked.

"I'm not at liberty to disclose his name, but I'm certain he would use the space for offices. The hotel is prime real estate and would be perfect for a corporation to come in and use it."

"Not at liberty, huh? So that morning when we had breakfast on your balcony

and you offered me a job as your assistant, you figured I'd eventually accept because in a few months I would be out of job anyway?" Jennifer's voice rose in disbelief.

"Of course. I value you as an employee."

Jennifer pointed her finger at Barbara. "What you value is my body and how well I make you come. You don't care. Your only worry is about yourself and where to buy your next thousand dollar suit."

"That's total and utter bullshit, Jennifer." Barbara rose again and placed her hands on her hips. "If I didn't care I wouldn't be here."

" Pu-lease. All you care about is getting laid."

"Stop being so crude. You're acting like a child."

Jennifer slapped the side of her legs. "There you go again, bringing up my age.

You didn't think I would be upset? Hello, I have friends who rely on their jobs. This could destroy their lives. You don't know what it's like out there trying to find work.

How can you be so callous?"

"Callous? Jennifer, I'm trying to do the best I can under the circumstances. I can't save everyone here. I've lost enough sleep over it. You must realize—"

"I don't have to understand anything. What if we didn't get together? Would you be here right now trying to smooth things over so you can have me go down on you

later on?"

"I give up. It's not like that and you know it. I have feelings for you. So yes, shoot me, but if there is anyone I would save from all this heartache, it's you because of what we have together."

Jennifer looked down at the floor and put her hands in her pockets. "Barbara, I can't stand by and pretend nothing's wrong. You can't expect me to keep quiet while you decide on so many futures."

"Oh, Jennifer." Barbara walked over and placed her palm against Jennifer's cheek.

When Barbara leaned in to kiss her, she turned her face away.

"I can't be with you like this. I'm too angry. Sex is not going to fix things between us." Jennifer moved away and crossed her arms. Her eyes burned from the unshed tears she was barely holding back. "I think you should leave. I can't deal with this right now."

"Jennifer." Barbara held out a hand. "Why don't we sit in your living room and talk? I would feel better knowing you don't think I'm a bad guy in all of this."

"But Barbara, I do think you are the bad guy in this. I should have known little old me couldn't have anything with some powerful, money hungry woman like you.

That's your life. Mine is much simpler."

Barbara stroked her hand through Jennifer's hair and kissed her. Jennifer let out a watery sigh against Barbara's mouth and moaned as Barbara wrapped her arms around her, holding her close and plundering her mouth. She noticed the tears Jennifer had kept in check now rolled down her cheeks but refused to release her mouth. Jennifer didn't respond or join in.

Barbara ended the kiss, realizing it was a lost cause. "Maybe you're right. We both need our space. I have to go over everything. Perhaps . . . ."

"Perhaps?" Jennifer asked as she wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

"I don't know. I'll think of something. I just hate ending things this way because the next few days are going to be extremely busy on my end."

"Maybe this is a sign we should end things here and now."

Barbara's mouth dropped open. She refused to think things were over between

them. "Because you're upset, I'll let that slide. But I will tell you right now, this does not end here. I'll fix this problem and make it right."

Jennifer exhaled, went over to the counter and grabbed a paper towel to blow her

nose. "Do what you have to do. In the big scheme of things, I don't matter, right?"

"Jennifer, you matter in more ways than you can possibly know." At that moment she knew she was head over heals in love with the woman.

"Goodbye, Barbara." Jennifer turned away.

"Can I get a goodbye kiss?" Barbara hated begging, hated the tears burning her eyes, but she would crawl across the floor for a kiss if she had to.

"You had your kiss already. You took it, remember? Just like you take everything because you think you deserve it. Just like you took me." Jennifer whispered.

Barbara couldn't argue with her. She'd been handed many things in her life, even

by her father who pushed her to the point where she almost hated him. But at the end of the day she had always succeeded and got what she wanted. This—being denied

something she desired more than anything in the world—this was new. Uncharted

territory. The pain of Jennifer's rejection ate her up inside.

"Okay. But I'm not walking away. I'm going to call you and leave messages even though you may not want to hear from me. Things will work out. You'll see." She forced herself to sound cheerful.

"Whatever."

Barbara nodded, even though Jennifer couldn't see her. With one last hungry

glance at the woman she wanted desperately, she walked away. She opened the door

and walked down the dark hallway, downstairs and outside to her car. She took a

minute to see if Jennifer would come running down and tell her not to leave, just like in those sappy scenes in those romantic movies. But Jennifer never did. Barbara let out a shaky breath, got into her car and drove away. Her own tears fell as she sobbed. All she wanted to do was crawl into bed and cry.

She ached deep in her heart for the one person who could stop the pain.

Barbara feared she'd really lost her, and that all the money or power she had at

her disposal couldn't fix this.

Chapter Twelve

Three days flew by and Barbara still hadn't heard from Jennifer. She left an

average of two voice messages a day on Jennifer's cell, hoping she'd call back, but she never did. Barbara couldn't sleep. Not even her old faithful Jack Rabbit could ease the ache between her legs. There were too many memories of her much beloved tool she

and Jennifer had shared on that very short, wonderful night together. She took to running on her treadmill in the early morning hours and lost herself in her work, even though she wanted to go back over to Jennifer's apartment or to the hotel and shake her into seeing reason.

Now, as she sat in her Madison Avenue office waiting for her one o'clock lunch

meeting, she knew that unless she figured out a way to save the hotel without

sacrificing too many of those working there, she would be the devil incarnate in

Jennifer's eyes.

"Snap put of it. You need to keep your head in the game." She spoke to her empty office. She stood up from her desk and went over to her bathroom to freshen up before self-proclaimed, richer-than-Midas real estate mogul, Kyle James, arrived.

Barbara brushed her hair and reapplied her eyeliner and lipstick. Her lips were

raw and red from chewing on them. Yet another nervous habit she'd picked up during this whole drama. As she stared at herself in the mirror, she saw a tired and haggard middle-aged woman. Barbara felt so old and not because her thirty-sixth birthday was two weeks away. She needed a vacation and soon. The trip to Egypt she had started planning for looked better by the moment. But first things first. She had to appeal to Kyle and see if he would be interested in a partnership of sorts, rather than taking an easy way out and accepting the large amount of money he was ready to hand over for ownership of the St. Jennings.

Barbara walked over to her desk as her phone buzzed.

"Yes?"

"Your one o'clock is here, Miss Jennings." The temp Barbara hired spoke through the speaker.

"Thank you. I'll be out in a moment."

Barbara brushed down her suit, which brought back memories of Jennifer, who

had the habit of doing the same thing. She took a deep breath, lifted her head and pushed thoughts of Jennifer out of her mind. She needed to concentrate on business for the next few hours. She opened the double doors that led out to the foyer and walked down the marble-tiled hallway until she came into the seating area. A large man

wearing what most would call a power suit sat on one of the black leather couches, reading his Blackberry. He typed away, glancing up when Barbara stood in front of him.

"Hello, Kyle. It's a pleasure to see you again." Barbara held out her hand and Kyle stood, grasping hers in both of his.

"It's always a pleasure when we can talk business." Kyle lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. He kept his mouth there for a few seconds and winked.

"You know your flirtation won't work on me." Barbara swatted him on the arm.

He released her and put his hands in his pants pockets and rocked back on his feet.

"You can't blame me for trying. You must know you're a very beautiful woman."

"Compliments will get you everywhere. Why don't you follow me? I have

luncheon set up where we can talk while we eat."

"Sounds great." Kyle smiled and grabbed his briefcase.

They walked down the hall side by side. Barbara took a moment to appreciate

the package that was Kyle James. She may prefer women, but there was something

about this man that would stop any woman—lesbian or otherwise—in her tracks. Kyle stood quite tall, at six-five. He had bright green eyes and a full head of brown hair with natural blond highlights. In his teenage years he had been a very successful model for Abercrombie and Finch and graced more billboards for the clothing store than any

other model in the history of the corporation. At the age of twenty-two, after he graduated with honors in economics from Berkley, he turned his back on a very

lucrative modeling career and went on to invest in real estate, which netted him

millions. At forty, he was on track to become one of the richest men in the United States.

To top it off, he was a nice guy. Generous, business savvy and very much single. Any woman would be over the moon to have him show an interest in her. There was no

doubt in her mind he must be a tiger in bed . . . .

Barbara covered a small laugh with a cough. Why was a man like Kyle still

single? Perhaps he just hadn't yet found the right woman. Though based on tabloid reports, it wasn't for lack of trying. They had him with a different woman on his arm at every event he attended.

Kyle turned his head to look over at Barbara. "I know something is churning in your head, and I don't think it's work-related."

"You think you know me so well." Barbara opened the door to one of the

conference rooms.

"I've known you for over ten years. Perhaps not as intimately as I would like, but well enough to know that when you have a certain look on your face you're thinking naughty thoughts."

Barbara walked into the room, turned and crossed her arms. "Oh do I? Is this skill you've acquired just for me or can you do it at parties?"

"I'm very in tune with people and their expressions and body language. My skill has helped me a great deal in business, as you well know," Kyle said without sounding too arrogant. He crossed over to the side bar where sandwiches, salad and drinks had been set out. He grabbed a plate and looked over at Barbara, who still stood with her arms crossed.

"Don't be angry. I'm just teasing. Let's eat and talk." Kyle winked. "And yes, I know I look pretty amazing in this suit."

Barbara let out a laugh and joined him. "I can always count on you being a smug SOB."

Kyle chuckled as he popped an olive in his mouth. "Only when the opportunity arises."

Barbara cut back another retort and finished loading her plate. They sat next to

each other at the long conference table and talked of nothing in particular. She normally didn't go through such lengths with a business associate, but since she and Kyle had been friends for years, she had decided a more relaxed environment was needed, since she wanted to change the terms of what they preliminarily agreed upon regarding the hotel.

Barbara finished her lunch and placed her fork and napkin on her plate. "Would you like some coffee or dessert?"

Kyle sat back in his chair and placed his folded hands on his stomach. "I'm fine for now, perhaps later. I appreciate lunch, but I thought we were going to finalize things for the St. Jennings? I expected a few of our lawyers to sit in also. I must say I was surprised when you asked me to come see you without representation."

Barbara wiped her damp hands on her slacks. "I needed to see you alone, Kyle."

"Why Miss Jennings, are you trying to seduce me?" Kyle asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"You may have a point there. Would you mind humoring me for a minute?"

Kyle almost choked on his soda. He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Now this is an interesting turn of events." He shrugged. "Sure, why not."

Barbara stood. "I need to show you something. Come with me."

This time Kyle followed Barbara as she walked toward the elevator. A few

people who walked down the hall called out greetings to her. Barbara half-heartedly respond, her thoughts on the importance of what lay ahead. She pushed the elevator button and the doors opened as if the car had been waiting just for them. She took out a key from her pants pocket and pushed it into a button with a key hole that had the letter 'R' inscribed on it. With one turn and a press of the button, the doors closed and up they went. When the elevator came to a halt, the doors opened to the roof where the whole New York City skyline could be seen for miles.

"Only I and the manager of the building have keys to the roof. What a perfect day to view this wonderful city, wouldn't you say?" Barbara walked out toward the middle. The wind whipped her hair and she gathered it up to hold it out of her eyes.

Kyle walked toward her, a look of confusion on his boyishly handsome face.

"Are you going to tell me why we're up here?"

Barbara pointed out toward her left. "Do you see the tall building made of brick and not metal like all the other buildings surrounding it?"

"Of course. It's the St. Jennings."

"Very good. See how it stands out among all the modern buildings? It's smack in the middle of everything and is so well known. Can you imagine what it would be like seeing the St. Jennings vanish or become something it isn't?"

"What are you getting at, Barbara?"

"I don't want to sell my hotel. It's been in my family for generations and it kills me to think it will be converted into another office building."

Kyle stepped closer. "I can sympathize, but in this current climate, with the economy the way it is, many long-lasting companies and businesses, just like yours, are suffering. If you sold the St. Jennings to me I would respect your wishes not to undergo too many changes to the façade."

"It's not just that. The people who work there also matter. Can you promise me you won't fire them and hire a whole new staff?"

"Barbara, you know I can't do that. I have plans to convert the building into a high-rise office. My new headquarters will be located there. We've been over all of this before."

"I know." Barbara wrapped her arms around herself. "It's just a piece of my family history I can't let go. It's killing me. There are so many people counting on me."

Kyle pushed his hair from his eyes. "I've never seen you like this. We can always hold off—"

Barbara turned back toward Kyle, trying to hold off the tears that threatened to

fall. "It's been a few rough days. I've come to the conclusion I don't like the person I've become. I lied to someone I care about and they don't appreciate my reasons for what I have to do."

"He must be one lucky man."

"He is a she, Kyle. I'm gay." Barbara shrugged. She expected Kyle to be shocked, but he gave her a small grin and put one of his hands in his pockets.

"Now it makes perfect sense why we haven't slept together."

Barbara snorted. "Is it always sex with you?"

"Sex and making money. What else is there?"

"Love?" Barbara whispered.

Kyle raised a brow. "I'm not qualified to comment on that topic, I'm afraid, having no experience with the emotion." He turned to look out at the skyline and smiled. "However, I must admit it would be shame not to see the St. Jennings stay as it is."

"Perhaps there's something we can do about it. What if I make it worth your

while?"

"Would I make money?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Possibly. Instead of you giving me a chunk of your net worth for ownership of the St. Jennings, what if I offered you something that would possibly give you a bigger return and also make you feel better in the process?"

Kyle gave her an uneasy look. "Why do I think it has to do with saving the

hotel?"

"It does. I'm sorry to say I won't be giving it away without a fight. Perhaps after you hear my proposal you'll feel the same way I do."

Kyle looked down at his feet and then up at the sky. "Life is a game of chance and I do like to roll the dice every now again. Let's hear this proposal of yours over coffee, shall we?" He held out his hand toward the elevator and Barbara walked over.

"I think that's a fabulous idea." She smiled, hoping in the next hour or so she would be able to convince Kyle to invest in the St. Jennings. If so, she and Jenny could still have a chance together.

This would be one time where she was willing to take a chance on betting against

the house and coming away the winner.

* * * * *

"Jesus Jenny, you look like total crap," Mike said.

Jenny sat bundled up in a blanket on the couch. When she had returned home

from work yesterday she pulled on her pajamas and wrapped herself in the blanket. She sat there sniffing, holding back tears, finally falling asleep covered in used tissues.

"Leave me 'lone," she muttered and pulled the blanket over her head.

"Sorry, not going to let you hide in that cave you have made for yourself."

"What time is it?" She whispered, still half asleep.

"Almost eight. You have plenty of time to wake up, get yourself together and go into work."

"I don't wanna go." She peeked out from under her blanket through drooping eyes. "Why are you up so early?"

"I went for a run." Mike shrugged as he sat down next to Jenny in his sweat-drenched t-shirt and shorts and pulled her legs on his lap.

"You're a freak. No one gets up early on a Saturday. Not unless they have to."

Jenny pulled the blanket back over her head, but Mike stopped her. He leaned

down and moved behind to spoon against her on the couch. Jenny almost pushed him

away but when he wrapped his arms around her, she decided she needed someone to

hold her and made room for him.

"Last weekend you were on cloud nine. You called in sick last Saturday to play hooky. This is a total one-eighty. You're acting as if your dog died or something."

Jenny stared at the wall as tears filled her eyes. "I'm just depressed. Everyone goes through it."

Mike rubbed his mouth against the back of her head. "Does this have anything to do with your secret lover?"

Jenny sighed and closed her eyes. A few tears fell down her cheeks. She turned

over on her side to see Mike. "It could be." She started to sob. Mike held her against his chest.

"It's okay. Shh . . . it'll be okay." He crooned into her ear as she cried into his neck, tears falling on his skin to mingle with his drying sweat.

"I hate being a cry baby." Jenny complained as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

"We've all been there. You were due for a good cry. I don't know how you do it with school, work and putting up with my lame ass bullshit."

"Please. Your lame ass bullshit, as you call it, is admirable. You're close to getting an agent for your book and able to freelance and get paid for it as a writer. You've met so many of your goals already. I can barely make ends meet and it's taking me forever to get my degree in a major I'm not sure I can do anything with. You love to exercise, and I hate it. Ugh. I'm surprised I'm not a fat cow." Jenny wiped her nose again and looked over her shoulder for a clean tissue.

"Hon, you always sell yourself short. You need to stop doing that. You have so much to give the world, including the fuck head who brought you to tears. So who is she? Do I have to give her a good ass kicking?"

Jenny found an unused tissue and blew her nose. It gave her time to gain the

courage to tell him what had become her dirty little secret.

"You won't believe it when I tell you who."

"Come on. Who could it be that I would find so shocking? It's not like you're screwing The Barracuda."

Jenny coughed into her hand and blushed. Mike's mouth dropped open and then

shut. "Oh, no way. How . . . ? I mean—"

"You know that night I called you to say I was studying, and you figured out I spent the night with someone? I was with Barbara."

Mike sat up and covered his mouth. He let out a part scream, part squeal into his hands.

Jenny grabbed onto the arm of the sofa to keep from tumbling to the floor.

Straightening, she sat next to Mike and placed her hand over his.

"You can't tell anyone this. It has to remain a secret." Jenny warned him.

Mike grabbed Jenny's hand and shook his head as if in total disbelief.

"You know nothing leaves this room, even though this tidbit of information is so Perez Hilton worthy. How did it happen?"

Jenny looked down at her lap and played with her tissue. "It's a one-night stand type of thing. We had a moment at the hotel and took it from there."

"What type of moment?" Mike asked as he crossed his legs and folded his hands on his knee.

"Um . . . in one of the rooms." Jenny whispered, hiding her face in the blanket.

"Hey now, none of that." Mike put his arm around her shoulder and she laid her head back against him. "How was it?"

"More than amazing. I never thought . . . the things we did . . . it was mind-blowing."

"Then what happened? Did The Barracuda get what she wanted from you and kick you to the curb?"

"Not exactly. I kind of broke things off. I found out she lied. Remember when I told you about the hotel? It's true. Barbara knew going in she may have to fire me even if we did start an affair."

"Did she say she was going to fire you?"

Jenny snorted. "She offered me a job as her assistant. But that's not the point. She doesn't care about all the people who need their jobs at the St. Jennings. She almost laughed in my face when I explained what she'd be doing to so many people who

depended on working at the hotel to make ends meet."

"Jenny, dear, it's admirable for you to care so much about others, but you need to start thinking about yourself more. It would suck if the hotel did fold but shit happens."

Jenny blew her nose again and glanced up at Mike who smiled at her. "I'm

surprised you're not more upset."

"You take too many things to heart." He tugged on her hair. "It's not surprising Jennings kept things as quiet as she did for so long. And even so, it's her business and her money she's losing. Those are the facts of life."

"Glad to see one of us is fine with losing our job." Jenny grumbled.

Mike shrugged. "You know my life has been one big crap shoot. Unlucky in love, in life and in profession, it seems. I roll with the punches. You should to."

Jenny started to speak but Mike placed a finger on her lips. "Now if Barbara purposely searched you out because she needed to get laid and planned to throw you away after she tapped your ass, then I can understand why you'd be upset. But

something tells me that's not the case."

"I wish I knew what the case was." Jenny sighed and snuggled back under her blanket. "I'm just so confused."

"You're confused because you're scared about the job and your feelings for this woman."

"Mike, I think I do care for Barbara. It's only been a week, but we connected in some way more than just physical attraction and lust. We seem to balance each other out. But I'm not sure if I should go see her and listen to what she has to say. She may not want to even see me. I didn't react very well, and I'm afraid I might have been a little mean and immature."

"I would give it another day or two. Give both of you a chance to calm down."

Mike stretched and let out a loud yawn.

"She has more concerns on her plate than little old me. She wanted to keep our fling under wraps anyway."

"There's a lot going against you two. You're total opposites. Look at it from her perspective. She's older and has a reputation to uphold in the business world. Not only is she romancing someone a decade younger, but a woman. And her employee, to boot.

What would those good old boys think if Barbara came out all of a sudden? She has so much to lose, even more than you do. Until you told me, I was iffy about Barbara being a lesbian."

Jenny fell silent as she mulled over Mike's words. He had his moments where he

put his goofing and teasing aside and made perfect sense. He always gave great advice when it was needed.

"I guess I don't have anything to lose. I just feel hurt and betrayed. It's going to take some time for me to be back to normal. Ya know?"

Mike leaned over and kissed Jenny on the forehead. "I know. Being in love sucks, especially when you don't know where you stand with the other person. I'm finally beginning to understand that. Why don't you go get ready for work and I'll make us breakfast."

Jenny nodded and Mike walked into the kitchen. Standing, she flinched from the

ache in her back from sleeping on the couch and reached down to pick up the tissues she'd carelessly thrown to the floor. She walked toward the bathroom, refusing to hide away and mope as she'd been doing for the past few days. The only thing left to do would be to suck it up and show her face. After all, she had a job to do even though it could be gone in a few months.

* * * * *

Jenny went into work and kept her mind off Barbara by busying herself at both

the front desk and at the concierge. Jeffery seemed to be on the warpath, but she made sure to stay out of his way until the last hour of her shift when he came over to her as she gave a pair of guests advice on where to go out for dinner.

"Jennifer." He barked at her after the guests had left.

She held back a wince and kept her smile in place as she looked at him. "Yes Jeffery?" She tried not to grit her teeth.

"I need you to come in around nine tomorrow instead of noon. Ms. Jennings has scheduled a company meeting and wants all the employees there. She has an important announcement to make."

Jenny ignored the buzzing in her ears. "Do you know what the meeting is for?"

"You'll find out tomorrow, now won't you?" He snapped and walked away,

growling under his breath.

Jenny leaned against the wall. Barbara must have come to a decision about the St.

Jennings and her employees. And if Jeffery was in a horrible mood, she knew it couldn't be good news.

On her ride home, she decided she couldn't live like this, especially with the way things now stood between her and Barbara. After the doomsday meeting, as she had

come to think of it over the past hour, she would talk to Barbara in a reasonable manner. She hoped the way things ended between them wouldn't ruin her chances at

keeping her job.

She expected to have a conversation about the meeting with Mike, but when she

got home, his bedroom door was closed and his usual place at the kitchen table was vacant, meaning he was knee-deep in his writing. She sat there and made a sandwich, and then she stared at the wall, suddenly very afraid, more so than ever before. She could've called Tonya and talked to her about her fears, but didn't want to bother her friend who had more pressing matters to deal with than her own.

Jenny slept like shit. Her nerves were shot. By the time she dozed off, the sun

had risen, promising another gorgeous spring day.

Even with the lack of sleep, Jenny made sure she arrived at work on time. She

went through the motions of her job, just like she always did. When the clock struck ten, Jeffery walked in with Barbara and an incredibly attractive man.

Coffee cup in hand, Barbara stood and chatted with the gorgeous man, who

smiled down at her. They made a striking couple—both of them rich, well-dressed,

good-looking. Jenny ignored the pang of jealousy bubbling low in her stomach. Jeffery stood off to one side, a disapproving scowl on his face.

Barbara looked up, catching Jenny's eye, but Jenny quickly looked down at her

computer and pretended to type something. She bit her lip and ignored the urge to wipe away the tears forming in her eyes. By the time she looked up again, the three had moved on, turning the corner toward the conference room.

Soon after, the lobby started filling with other employees, many of them wearing

street clothes because they had the day off. When Mike and Tonya made an appearance, Jenny smiled and waved at them. They walked over to her, each holding cups of

Starbucks coffee. Mike, Jenny noticed, held two. She gave him a huge grin. "I hope one of those is for me."

"Hey there, roomie. Absolutely. I figured you'd need this."

Mike handed over the cup and she lifted it up to her nose and sniffed.

Ah, manna of the gods. She took a sip, closing her eyes as she savored the taste.

"Thanks. I didn't have time to stop for any this morning."

Tonya leaned against the front desk. "You really need to do something about

those dark bags under your eyes. Mike tells me you haven't been sleeping well."

"Aw, thanks for caring." Jenny snorted. "Anyway, it's a long story. I guess you're here for the meeting?"

"Yup." Tonya looked down at her Minnie Mouse watch, a gift she'd received from her soon-to-be ex-husband, Tom. Jenny was surprised Tonya still wore it.

"Speaking of which, our little shindig starts in a few minutes. It better be something good to make me get up at the ass crack of dawn on a Sunday."

Jenny and Mike shared a look.

Tonya took a sip of her own coffee. "You two know something. What gives?" she asked.

Jenny licked her lips and tried to think of something to tell Tonya, when Tia

walked across the foyer and went behind the front desk. "Jenny, I'm here to take your place while you and the other full-timers attend the meeting. It's in the big conference room down the hall."

"Oh, okay." Jenny grabbed her coffee and walked around the desk.

Mike placed an arm around both Jenny and Tonya. They walked down the hall

together. Jenny remained silent as Mike and Tonya chatted with one another.

A hand-written sign taped to the door of the room indicated where they needed

to be. More than half the room was filled and people sat and talked with one another. In the front of the room stood Barbara and the attractive man Jenny had noticed before.

Jeffery sat in the front row.

"Do you ladies want to sit in the back or closer to the front?" Mike asked.

"Back." Jenny and Tonya said at the same time and laughed.

Tonya and Jenny went in first and Mike sat in the chair near the aisle. Jenny

looked to the front of the room and studied Barbara, noting how well rested and in good spirits she seemed. She wore one of her trademark dark suits, and she looked gorgeous.

Barbara placed her hand on the suit who stood next to her. She squeezed his arm.

Again Jenny felt a spurt of annoyance she could only describe as jealousy.

"Oh my god. Do you know who that guy standing next to the Barra- erm

Jennings is?" Mike whispered.

Tonya looked over her cup. "Nope. But I wouldn't mind making his

acquaintance. He is one hot puppy."

"You got that right, sister. He's Kyle James, former sex god model for

Abercrombie. He's uber-rich and buys and sells properties like nobody's business. He has to be worth billions. I wonder if he's gay?" Mike licked his lips as he looked Kyle up and down.

"Mike, sometimes you're ridiculous. He's been fawning all over Barbara since the minute they walked into the hotel. He obviously has a thing for her. I'd say he's definitely not gay," Jenny said and crossed her arms.

Tonya gave Jenny a strange glance, took another sip of her coffee and then sat up in her chair as if she'd been given an electric shock. She turned to Jenny. "Wait a minute there. You called The Barracuda by her first name. This crush of yours must be a serious one."

Mike snorted. "You don't even know the half of it."

Jenny kicked his shin and Mike groaned.

Tonya raised a brow. "Something is going on between the two of you and I will be royally pissed if I've been left out."

Jenny finished her coffee, knowing they were in trouble with Tonya. She would

be like a dog after a bone until she found out what she wanted to know.

Before Jenny could say another word, Barbara clapped her hands. The crowd

turned their attention to the front of the room.

"Hello everyone. Thank you all for coming in on your day off. For those who

may not know me, I'm Barbara Jennings, President and CEO of the St Jennings Hotel chain. Standing beside me is real estate genius and well known entrepreneur, Kyle James."

Kyle raised his hand and a few claps erupted from around the room. Mike rolled

his eyes while Jenny looked down at her lap and fiddled with her cup. She had a very bad feeling about where this talk was heading.

"The reason I called you in today is because there will be some changes at the St.

Jennings. Some of you may have heard rumors about the possibility of the hotel closing or possible firings in the future. Well, I'm here to tell you, those weren't just rumors."

Several people in the crowd mumbled their dismay and even Tonya looked

shocked.

"Oh shit." She whispered and Jenny patted her knee.

Barbara held up her hands and quieted down the group. "The past few months

have been pretty hard on my end because I was placed in a situation where I had to make a decision regarding the St. Jennings. I'll be honest with you, we are in the red, and the best course of action I had available was to close down a hotel that has been around for over one-hundred years. But after talking with some of my advisors and lawyers and going over the numbers, we found a way to save the hotel . . . at least for a few more years."

Jenny looked up in surprise and for a moment Barbara locked eyes with her.

"I wanted you to know you all are very important to me. That's why I've wanted to meet with each one of you. Times will be tough and I can't promise that there won't be cutbacks, but I'm going to try to the best of my ability to keep the St. Jennings around for another century."

A bigger round of applause and some cheers erupted in the room.

"This is where Mr. James comes in. Kyle was very interested in purchasing the St.

Jennings at first, but after a few talks between us, we came to an agreement. Kyle is well-known for helping corporations that are near bankruptcy restructure and

reorganize, turning them around so they bring in a profit. He and I will be partners in this venture. We have some great ideas and a solid plan to keep the St. Jennings up and running and keep most of you on as employees. Again, thank you for all your hard

work and dedication. It's more than appreciated. Both Kyle and I would love to answer any questions you may have. Perhaps you have some ideas that could help us."

When Barbara finished with her speech, everyone stood and clapped. Mike and

Tonya did the same while Jenny sat there stunned. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

Mike nudged her with his elbow. "See, I told you everything would work out."

Tonya put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. "Caffey, we need to talk.

But first I think we should go and say hello to Mr. Sexy James."

Mike rubbed his hands together. "Oh yeah. Sounds good to me. You coming

Jenny?"

Jenny shook her head. "You two go ahead. I have to get back on the floor

anyway."

"Catch ya later." Mike reached down and squeezed Jenny's hand. Again they shared a knowing look and she smiled up at him.

Tonya let out a huff. "You two need to get a room with all those lusty stares you keep sharing. Jenny, I'm calling you later and you're going to tell me what the fuck is going on." She slid out of the aisle and stomped up to the front of the room without waiting for Mike. He laughed and followed her.

Jenny watched as a large group surrounded both Barbara and Kyle. She noticed

Jeffery remained seated, obviously angry, if one could judge by the scowl that crossed his face. She couldn't help but wonder if he thought he was being pushed to the side.

She stood, and at the same moment Barbara looked over at her. Jenny gave her a small smile. Barbara returned it and Jenny nodded and went back to work. This time her step felt a bit lighter and she wasn't as nervous as before.

Things were definitely looking up.

Chapter Thirteen

Jenny was exhausted by the end of her shift. The day had been busier than usual,

and the staff was buzzing about the morning's meeting. Jenny hoped Barbara would

search her out so they could talk, but as soon as everyone went back to work, Barbara and her new buddy Kyle walked out of the hotel. Barbara didn't give her a second

glance. Jenny could only stare after her retreating back and wonder what would happen next.

Because she had come in early, she left a little after five. The sun was high in the sky and the late afternoon had become too hot and humid for her liking. Summer was right around the corner, trying to push spring out of the way. Jenny took off her uniform jacket, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt and walked toward the subway. As she waited for the light to change, she watched the familiar limo stop around the corner and double parked.

"Jennifer!" Barbara leaned out the back window and waved.

Jenny considered ignoring Barbara's request, but curiosity got the better of her.

And besides, she longed to talk to Barbara again, to apologize for the way she had acted at her apartment. As she made her way over to the car, Ted, the driver got out and walked around and held the car door open.

Jenny stood there biting her lip. Barbara leaned her head out the door and

frowned up at her.

"What are you waiting for? Get in."

"I'm not sure if I should get in the car with you."

Barbara sighed and stepped out. Ted moved a respectful distance away, giving

the two women their privacy.

Barbara grabbed Jenny's hand and leaned in close. "If you don't get in this car I will kiss you senseless in front of all Manhattan." She whispered in her ear.

Jenny's eyes grew wide and she looked over at Ted, who stared off into the

distance. Barbara squeezed her hand and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.

"Please, Jennifer. We need to talk."

Jenny heard the urgency in Barbara's voice. "Alright."

Barbara smiled, tugging her into the back seat.

Barbara settled in and Jenny sat there trying to decide if she should take her

hand back. Oh, what the hell, she thought. She liked the feel of Barbara's hand in hers.

Ted climbed back into the limo and the pulled away from the curb.

"Where are we going?" Jenny asked.

Barbara tilted her head. "Are you hungry? We can go get a bite to eat."

Jenny thought of the last time she went out to eat with Barbara and shook her

head. She wasn't up for some place fancy. She also didn't think Barbara would enjoy bar or diner food. "I'm hungry, but I'm not sure where we could go."

"We can always go back to my place if you want? We can order take out."

Jenny decided to test her. "Why don't we go back to my place instead? I have a pizza in the freezer and some vegetables to make salad."

Barbara seemed to mull over the idea. "Is Mike going to be there?"

"I'm not sure. He may be. Will it be a problem?" Jenny asked and waited for Barbara to recommend some place else.

"No, that's fine. I think it's time I meet some of your friends, don't you think?"

Barbara pushed away a piece of hair that had fallen over Jenny's right eye. She kept her hand against Jenny's cheek for a second and smiled at the shocked reaction Jenny

couldn't hide.

* * * * *

Jenny climbed her stairs and Barbara followed. Neither said a word as she

opened the door. She walked into the kitchen, put her bag down on the kitchen table and took a quick peek into Mike's bedroom. Empty. The living room was deserted as well. She checked her cell phone and saw a text message Mike had left about attending his weekly writing group and that he'd be back later.

As Barbara looked over the various CDs and DVDs arranged on a shelf in the

living room, Jenny went into the kitchen and took out the frozen pizza. Her hands were shaking. She pre-set the oven to warm it up and took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked, playing good hostess.

"That would be great. I'll have either water or iced tea."

Jenny took out the pitcher of iced tea and grabbed some glasses from the cabinet.

"Must be nice to have a driver at your disposal," she commented as she poured.

Barbara walked back into the kitchen and stood next to Jenny. "Yes, I guess you could say I'm spoiled that way. But I'm not the type of woman who expects her staff to wait around for me. I've sent Ted home for the night. I can always call a taxi or . . . . "

"Or?" Jenny asked as she took a sip of her tea.

"Or call him to come pick me up tomorrow morning." Barbara grinned and took a sip of her drink.

"You have a lot of gumption assuming you'll be spending the night," Jenny said in a huff and sat down. She couldn't stand so close to Barbara without wanting to kiss her.

Barbara sat down at the table. A bing went off and Jenny stood to put the pizza

in the oven.

Jenny turned and caught Barbara staring at her ass. She gave the older woman a

pointed look, but Barbara simply smiled.

Exasperated, Jenny resumed her seat at the table and wrapped her hands around

her glass. "You said you wanted to talk."

"Yes. I hated the way we ended things. Jennifer, I've been so lonely without you these past few days. I'm—well, it's never easy for me to admit when I've done

something wrong, but I'm doing that now. I'm sorry. I hated the way I made you feel, as if I betrayed you. I never meant to hurt you. And I never expected—" She took a big gulp of her drink.

"You never expected what?" Jenny asked as she looked down at the table.

"I never expected to fall in love with you."

Jenny looked back up. "How can you say you are in love with me when you've

only known me for little over a week?"

"My intuition has always been right on. I've never had these deep feelings for another woman before. Even when I had an affair or relationship it has never been this intense. I can't stop thinking about you, wanting to be with you. I want to kiss you, touch your body and hold you against mine. I want to wake up with you in the

morning and make you come as the sun rises. I want to be your woman . . . ." Barbara took in a deep inhale. "And have an exclusive relationship."

Jenny blushed. "Wow. I don't know what to say."

Barbara folded her hands on the table. "Don't say anything, kiddo. That's the way it is on my end. I'd hope you'd have some of these same feelings for me."

"I do." Jenny whispered and wiped her wet eyes.

"Oh, Jennifer." Barbara stood, knelt and placed her arms around her.

Jenny began to cry and hugged Barbara back. "I-I think I may love you too. Oh, god, I'm so scared. What if . . . shit, I don't know."

Barbara tilted Jenny's chin up and looked her straight in the eye. "Kid, I'm scared also. In the past, I've always kept my . . . dating situation . . . under wraps. My father disapproved of my lifestyle and because of our differences, we would only speak if it was business related. He treated me as an employee rather than as a daughter. We

never reconciled when he died. He went to the grave ashamed his daughter was a

lesbian. But I no longer want to hide. I want to be out in the open and I want to show everyone how much you mean to me."

Jenny let out a watery laugh. "I want that too, but . . . ."

"But what, dearest?" Barbara played with Jenny's hair.

"I'm not sure if I can give you what you need. I can hardly keep my life together as it is. I don't want you to think I'm with you because of your money or to keep my job."

Barbara took Jenny's face in her hands. "Jennifer, I don't think that. Do you know you're the reason the hotel's been saved? I started thinking about all your ideas—the ones you told me about over breakfast that morning—on ways we could improve and

modernize, and I mentioned them to Kyle. You changed his mind. So many people

should be thanking you, not me." Barbara placed her forehead against Jenny's. "Forgive me." Barbara whispered.

"There's nothing to forgive." Jenny kissed Barbara's cheek, chin and then her lips.

Barbara moaned and returned the kiss as if Jenny was the air and Barbara needed

her to survive. She rose and straddled Jenny's lap, placed a palm against Jenny's neck. "I can feel your pulse racing. Why don't we wait on dinner for awhile? I've never seen your bedroom and would love a tour." She leaned down for another soul-shattering kiss.

When they finally came up for air, Jenny nodded. "I would love to give you a tour of my bedroom. Come on."

Barbara stood, and Jenny got to her feet. She turned off the oven, grabbed

Barbara by the hand and led her down the hall

Barbara stepped into Jennifer's bedroom and couldn't help but smile at the

cheerful décor. Fun. That's how she'd describe Jennifer's taste. Right down to the well-loved teddy bear propped up on a pillow on the bed. This is why she loved Jennifer . . .

she added a whole other dimension to Barbara's otherwise formal, somewhat stuffy life.

Jennifer turned and closed the door. Before she could turn back, Barbara

wrapped her arms around her and they rocked back and forth.

"I want to make love to you," Barbara whispered in Jenny's ear.

Jennifer leaned against Barbara, cradling Barbara's hands against her stomach. "I would love nothing more." Jennifer turned her head for a kiss.

They sucked on each other's tongues. Barbara unbuttoned Jennifer's shirt and

pulled it down, and then placed her hands under Jennifer's bra to cup her breasts.

Jennifer moaned and tilted back. Barbara rubbed her fingers over Jennifer's hard, rosy nipples.

They stood there, enthralled with each other's mouths, until Jennifer broke away.

Barbara made a grab for her, but Jennifer moved out of reach.

"Sit on the bed," Jennifer ordered.

Barbara covered a laugh, but did what her lover wanted. She sat on the edge of

the bed and watched as Jennifer turned on her stereo and put on a CD. Soon the sounds of trickling water echoed in the room.

"This is more than fine. I don't need music or anything else to get me in the mood. All I need is you," Barbara said, but Jennifer pressed her fingers over her mouth to silence her. Barbara placed her hands over Jennifer's bra-covered breasts and rubbed her thumbs across her nipples.

Jennifer watched Barbara's hands and pulled her fingers through her hair. She

knelt, and Barbara spread her legs, welcoming Jennifer between them. Jennifer placed her lips against the pulse at the base of Barbara's throat and pushed her back on the bed.

Barbara went willingly, even though she wanted to roll Jennifer underneath her and suckle those hard, cherry colored nipples she loved so much.

But from the hungry look in Jennifer's eyes, she needed to take control. There

would be many more times in the future when Barbara would have the upper hand.

Barbara smiled. They would have a future together. Filled with one delightfully erotic encounter after another.

"You know you need to be punished for all the grief you caused me over the past few days. I was mad and frustrated." Jennifer's eyes sparkled and she gave Barbara a saucy grin.

"Punished? How?" Barbara whispered. A shudder traveled through her body.

"You'll see. Well, you'll feel it, that's for sure." Jennifer gave Barbara a hard kiss and bit down on her lip.

The bite stung. Before Barbara could retaliate in kind, Jennifer moved away and

knelt back down between Barbara's outstretched legs. Barbara stared up at the ceiling and sighed as Jennifer pulled off her stockings and moved her hands up her legs and under her skirt.

Jennifer's mouth rubbed along the inside of Barbara's leg, up near her thigh. She then placed Barbara's left leg over her shoulder and pulled off her thong. Barbara lifted her hips and cool air met her pussy. She closed her eyes when Jennifer's nose rubbed against the outside of her cunt.

"You are so wet. I just want to lap you up." Jennifer muttered against her mound.

Her tongue snaked along Barbara's slit.

"Oh, god." Barbara jerked beneath the feather-light touch.

"Now you'll see how well I've improved. I'm going to use my mouth to make you come . . . if I decide to let you come, that is."

Jennifer lowered her head, French kissing Barbara's pussy, using her tongue in

ways Barbara had never felt. She bit down on her hand and stifled a scream.

Jennifer's mouth and tongue consumed Barbara's nether lips and clit. Barbara

wanted to come, but Jennifer backed off and gave little licks and nips, using her mouth and teeth to bring Barbara to the edge, over and over again. Barbara grabbed onto Jennifer's hair and pulled hard.

Jennifer lifted her head and inserted two of fingers into Barbara's cunt. She held Barbara's gaze while she finger-fucked her. Barbara started to quiver, but Jennifer backed off, leaving Barbara hanging on the edge once more.

Frustrated, longing for release, Barbara wrapped her legs around Jennifer's head.

Jennifer lapped at Barbara's pussy, lifting Barbara's ass to lick in a line, up and down, twirling her tongue around her clit with every stroke.

" Oh god!" Barbara let out a loud yell as an intense orgasm crashed over her and she came, gushing hot juices that Jennifer slurped up like a woman starved.

As Barbara came back down to earth, Jennifer undressed and climbed up next to

her.

Before Jennifer could snuggle, Barbara turned and climbed on top of her. As

Barbara straddled her, she took off her shirt and bra. Jennifer smiled and watched Barbara as she unzipped her skirt and pulled it up over her torso and off her head. She snarled and grinded her mound over Jennifer's damp one.

Jennifer opened her mouth and Barbara latched onto hers and sucked on her

tongue.

They kissed until their lips were swollen and sore. Barbara released Jennifer's

mouth and moved down, nibbling Jennifer's chin, neck and breasts. She sat up, move her hips, and their mounds rubbed with delicious friction across one another.

Jennifer tossed her head from side to side and moaned. Barbara reached between

them and used three of her fingers to massage Jennifer's clit. Jennifer shuddered and came hard, her eyes rolling back in her head.

As Jennifer came down from her orgasm, Barbara grabbed her head, looked her

in the eyes and said, "I love you." She placed her lips against Jennifer's and kissed her deeply.

Jennifer held Barbara to her. Their lips molded together and they inhaled each

other's breath.

"I'm beyond in love . . . . I'm think I've been love struck," Jennifer said against Barbara's mouth.

Both women laughed as they rolled to the side to cuddle. Lost in a Jennifer's

eyes, Barbara held her until their heartbeats returned to normal.

Chapter Fourteen

Jenny awoke to the sounds of a garbage truck outside her window and moaned,

snuggling deeper under her covers and the arm that had been thrown around her neck.

She blinked and peeked at her alarm clock. A little after seven. She closed her eyes, wanting to doze a little more before her first morning class, when the arm lying on top of her moved down to her hip. Jenny gasped as a leg moved in between hers.

Barbara rubbed her nose against the back of Jenny's neck. Jenny moved in closer

and sighed her delight. How long had she waited for this moment, when she could

wake and feel Barbara's warm body spooning against her?

"What time is it?" Barbara asked in a horse whisper.

Jenny turned and wrapped her arms around Barbara, caressed her back in long,

gentle strokes.

"Hmm." Barbara smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

Jenny lost herself in the kiss. Barbara tasted like toothpaste. After a second bout of love making last night, they'd eaten pizza and drank wine in bed. They had fooled around again, and sometime after midnight they'd finally grown drowsy. They cleaned each other in the bathroom and fell into Jenny's bed naked, snuggling as they fell asleep, arms and legs wrapped around one another.

Jenny laughed against Barbara's mouth.

Barbara moved away. She opened her eyes. "What's so funny, dear?" she asked, playing with Jenny's hair.

"I'm thinking back to how we shared my toothbrush last night."

Barbara grinned. "Next time, I'll have to make sure I bring my own. I'm not sure I want to catch whatever you have."

Jenny frowned. "What I have?"

"Yes. What was it? Lovestruck?"

Jenny rolled her eyes and placed an arm over her face. "You've never said

anything that didn't make sense while caught up in the moment?"

Barbara poked Jenny in the side.

Jenny let out a loud giggle. "Stop it! I'm ticklish!"

Barbara straddled Jenny and tickled her in earnest. Jenny let out a peal of

laughter.

"Rise and shine— Oh my god! " Mike yelled and covered his eyes.

Both women squealed. Jenny reached for the sheet and pulled it up over herself

and Barbara. She tried to push Barbara under the covers to hide but it was too late.

"Michael Allen, next time, knock first." Jenny shouted, realizing her face had to be three shades of red.

Barbara laughed and peeked out from under the sheet, pulling it around her

body until just her head poked out.

"Hello, Mike," she said and placed her hands behind her head.

Jenny looked down at her lover, wide-eyed.

Mike still had his hands over his eyes as he stood there in his boxers. "Great to see you again, Ms. Jennings. I mean . . . ah, fuck it. Jenny you need to get ready for class." Mike backed out of the room with his eyes still covered and closed the door behind him.

Jenny rubbed her hands over her face. As the sheet dipped down around her

waist, Barbara leaned over to touch her nipple, but Jenny slapped her hand away.

"I'm never going to live this down. How embarrassing." Jenny moaned and lay back down, pulling her pillow over her face.

Barbara turned on her side. She pulled the pillow off Jenny's face. "It was bound to happen. Don't sweat it."

Jenny rolled her eyes dramatically and snickered.

Barbara placed her hand on Jenny's neck and kissed her. "Do you have to go to class today? We could play hooky," she said against Jenny's lips.

Jenny nodded. "This week is when most students skip because next week we

have finals."

"What happens after finals?" Barbara asked as she pushed her leg in between Jenny's and moved her knee to rub her crotch.

Jenny moaned against Barbara's mouth and nibbled at her lips. "After my spring semester ends, I'll take the summer off and work. I have one year left and then I'm home free."

Barbara lifted her head. "In two weeks, I'll be turning thirty-six and for my birthday gift I'm planning on a trip to Egypt. How would you like to go with me?"

Jenny bit her lip. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am very serious." Barbara flicked Jenny's lip and placed her chin on Jenny's shoulder. "I'd love nothing more than to celebrate my birthday with the woman I love in one of my most favorite places in the world. And since I'm the boss, I can approve the time off. Come on, Jennifer, what do you say?"

Jenny's gaze roamed over Barbara's face and her eyes filled with tears.

Barbara frowned. "Oh baby, there's no need to cry."

"I'm crying because I'm so happy. Why me? Why us?" Jenny asked.

Barbara rubbed her nose against Jenny's cheek. "Sometimes there is no reason. I just know I'm so grateful to have found you. I just hope you won't get sick of me too soon."

Jenny cupped Barbara's head in her hands. "That will not happen. Barbara, I love you so much. I can't explain it, but I just do. I hope . . . ."

"I hope also, kiddo." Barbara kissed her and they held each other close.

"Should anyone ask, what is my reason for playing hooky today?" Jenny

murmured against Barbara's throat.

Barbara moved her head down Jenny's body and when she reached her stomach,

she pressed a light kiss there. "You've been struck by love of course."

Jenny moaned in passion. "Of course." she whispered, losing all breath as Barbara moved down even farther and her tongue and mouth nibbled in between her

legs.

Soft moans resonated from Jenny's bedroom as Mike moved his ear away from

the bedroom door. He didn't have any shame over eavesdropping; as far as Mike was concerned, it was his duty to make sure things were going well for Jenny. He walked away, whistling under his breath. He couldn't help but smile as he entered the kitchen where he would start on his latest story. This would be a romance about the two least likely people finding love with one another. But instead of the lead characters being women, they'd be men, to fit his audience.

For the next few hours the sounds of keyboard typing and female laughter filled

the small apartment, providing perfect mood music for Mike's muse.

Epilogue

The line at Starbucks always stood ten people deep on early Monday mornings.

Jenny stood in line, yawning from lack of sleep. She wore a warm knit cap on her head instead of her usual baseball cap. The brisk winter weather had caused havoc all over the East Coast. It was only the middle of February and already Jenny longed to put away her bulky pea coat and break out her favorite black hoodie sweatshirt.

The door kept opening and closing, letting the chilled breeze in. Jenny shivered

and anxiously shuffled her feet. She had less than half an hour to get to her first class.

She would be late at the rate the line was moving.

She was stamping her feet and rubbing her hands together when someone

bumped into her from behind. With her cap low over her head, she turned to snarl at whoever was responsible, but instead let out a huge yawn.

"Hey, watch it—" Jenny mumbled and stopped when she saw who it was. She smiled around her scarf.

Barbara wore a long, black coat with a fur hood around her head and held two

Venti cups.

"How'd you get here so fast? I left before you did." Jenny rubbed her stuffy nose.

God, how she hated winter colds. She accepted the cup Barbara offered and took a big gulp.

Barbara watched her and grimaced. "I still can't believe how fast you can drink that and not burn your throat." She took Jenny by her arm and walked over to fix her coffee.

"Lots of practice." Jenny smiled against the rim and guzzled some more.

Barbara rolled her eyes and after her own coffee had been fixed to her liking, she took a quick sip and pulled off Jenny's cap.

"Hey—" Before Jenny could grab her hat back, Barbara gave her a very wet and heated kiss.

Jenny just stood there holding her latte. Whether it was the caffeine hitting her system or Barbara's kiss, she now felt wide awake.

Jenny didn't hear someone clearing their voice behind her. When something wet

splashed on her leg, she released Barbara's mouth. She looked down and saw Barbara had tipped her cup and some of her coffee had splashed on her briefcase she had placed on the floor.

"Oops," Barbara said with a twinkle in her eye and handed Jenny a napkin.

Barbara turned to the much older woman wearing an expensive fur coat. "My

apologies."

Jenny covered her mouth, embarrassed by the public display of affection Barbara

had given her. She waited for the woman to give them a disgusted look or tell them off.

The woman grabbed a handful of sugars and placed them in her bag. She gave

Jenny and Barbara a small grin. "What I wouldn't give to be woken up that way each morning. Can't go wrong with a great cup of coffee and kissing someone you love.

Congratulations by the way." She raised her cup and walked away.

Barbara and Jenny laughed. "Only in Manhattan," they said in unison.

As Barbara held the door open for Jenny to walk back outside, the brisk winter

morning didn't seem as cold as before. Jenny glanced down and smiled at the diamond engagement ring Barbara had given her this past weekend. As she took another sip of her latte, Barbara kissed her on the side of her neck.

"Love you," Barbara whispered and rubbed her nose into Jenny's hair. She placed the cap back on Jenny's head.

"Love you back," Jenny responded, fixing her cap. Placing an arm around Barbara's neck, she kissed her the same way Barbara did a moment ago in Starbucks.

Neither Barbara nor Jenny noticed any of the commuters who walked past them

or overheard the buzz of conversation discussing the bill recently passed by New York State making gay marriage legal come the spring.

~The End~

About the Author

KT Grant is a self-proclaimed eccentric redhead who not only loves to read a wide variety of romances, but also loves writing it. Under her alter-ego, she is a well known book reviewer and blogger who doesn't shy away from voicing her opinion. A proud

native of New Jersey, KT also works in Manhattan as a freelancer in the television and video industry. KT has been quoted in such publications as the Romance Writers

Associations’ Romance Writers Report. She has also been mentioned in the

Guardian.UK, Publisher's Weekly's Beyond the Book and at Bookseller.com. You can

visit her at http://ktgrant.com/ and at her personal blog at http://kbgbabbles.blogspot.com/

Table of Contents

Book Blurb

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen