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Technically, Miquela had first dibs on a date with her, but the two women had a nice, long, somewhat drunk chat about how best to please their mutual girlfriend and came to the same conclusion. June hadn’t been informed yet. It’s a surprise!
Miquela, meanwhile, needed something more than wine. Another glass would have to do.
“I have nothing to add,” Sette declared, after looking through her copy of the contract.
“You should. You should get a one-year discount for helping the boss have a baby.” June sent her a stark look.
If she looks at me like that, I melt. There was something sexy about a particularly feisty woman. It’s like I want to fuck it out of her, but never actually accomplish it. I keep trying and trying… Miquela crossed her legs.
“What has this one done?” June gestured to Miquela. “She could’ve been helping.”
“As sorry as I am for having missed it,” and indeed, it was quite the story, “I am sure that there are other, better ways for me to make myself useful to Mrs. Warner. I’ll start by signing this contract and recommending all my European friends to her place of business whenever they are in the area.” She may or may not have spent one uproariously drunk party in London talking about how great the Manoir was.
“That is suitable,” Monique muttered. “I’m sure that within at least a month, I will be more than happy to think about business again.”
The only one who had yet to sign their copy of the contract was, unsurprisingly, June. She perused it like a magazine, commenting on this, gawking at that, and wondering how she was supposed to spend Christmas in Monaco and fly back in time for New Year’s with Sette.
“It’s only fair that I get Christmas if she gets Thanksgiving.”
“You’re not even American…”
“Hence, I do not care about Thanksgiving, but I do care about Christmas. My family is Catholic. We care a lot about Christmas.”
“You’re not going to make me spend it with your family, are you?”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I? You’re my damn girlfriend. They’ll get over it.”
Even Monique looked as if she could hardly believe this. Sette simply shrugged. “Thanksgiving and New Year’s sound fair to me.”
“I feel like I’m at a fucking custody hearing.”
“Now, pumpkin,” Miquela said with a grin, “cool it with the language. This is a fancy place for you Americans.”
June slugged her in the arm.
“Fantastic,” Monique quipped. “This is off to a fantastic start.”
June grabbed a pen and signed her contract. “Fine. You’ve both got me by the pussy.” She shot Miquela with that melting look. I’m done. Goodbye. “How’s that language for you?”
“Is she flirting with me?” Miquela asked Sette. “I think she’s flirting with me, but sometimes I can’t tell.”
“That is definitely flirting. She’s about ten seconds away from tearing off your pants.”
“Excuse you!”
“If she does, I hope you paint it. I want to start appearing in those paintings with her. This needs to be shared with the world.” Miquela jerked her thumb toward her crotch. “I’m thinking The Courtesan and Her Aphrodite Client. Hm?”
“Could be fetching, but then I would have to stare at you naked.”
“Are you implying that would be distracting or something?”
“Who said anything about being distracted by you?”
“Whoa, whoa…” June held up her hands. “This is getting too freaky for me right now. Can we start with dessert?”
We’ll be having dessert all day if I can help it.
Monique had no desire to stay later than necessary. Between the worn-out look on her face and the call of a baby back home, June’s boss hurried to pay her respects and take the paperwork away with her. Her driver awaited her at the door. The last thing Miquela saw was Monique frantically texting someone.
