Watch the tone!” I said, taking a few steps toward her as I raised my hands. “Where do I get one like that?”
I could have suggested an arrangement between us in exchange for access to Erin, but I didn’t want to set that kind of tone with Tara. That wasn’t what this evening was for, though. I watched them go at it, slowly rotating around each other as they held each other close, moaning and cooing into each other’s mouths as they engaged in sapphic affection. The tip of her tongue was teasing her upper lip. Even though the paramedics were concerned that she might have a concussion, she wouldn’t go to the hospital and threatened to fill more body bags if anyone tried to take her. I sipped my coffee and idly watched as the personal trainer, still laughing at whatever Erin had said, lightly touched Erin on the arm, her fingertips tracing along its length and lingering a little longer than seemed reasonable. It looked glossy and freshly washed. My assistant pouted at her but