Page 17 of Her Patron
June hated turning down good money, but sometimes, it was necessary for her interests.
This… this was all about her physical and emotional interests!
Miquela had her on the bed before she could think of a single reason to end this. They had seen each other as little as a few days ago, but it already felt like an age. Things had happened in those few days… good things, terrible things. Things that June never thought would make a difference in her life, yet she should have known.
I should have known!
Miquela kissed as if she could lose her at any moment. She tore off June’s clothing as if she couldn’t wait to see her nakedbody yet again. She made love to her with such desperation that June couldn’t help but see it as a cry for reciprocation.
This woman loved her…
This woman loved her!
What else could June do but make love in return? She wanted Miquela as much as Miquela clearly wanted her. Whenever they were together, June ceased to think about anything else. No other obligations. No other careers. No other people…
Miquela was so muchwomanas she was. Whether she was mumbling romantic words in June’s ear while she held and touched her, or moving with incredible force against her, she was showing how much she could offer. Physical compassion. Intimacy. A life that was endless passion and desire. She had loved before and walked away from the relationship with nothing but pain. Could June put her through that pain again? Or should she see what was in front of her eyes… a woman who had chosen to love and trust again… with her?
June didn’t want to say it was love, but when such a woman was loving her with every ounce of strength and determination she had, how could she deny what she felt? Whatever it was, it was powerful enough to make her decide some terrible things for her career.
She was so blown away by her own thoughts and feelings that she never anticipated a sudden climax that knocked stars right in front of her face.
Miquela refused to get off her until she promised to hold her hand on the bed.
They lay there, gazing at her ceiling, June out of breath but not without her wits again.
“Wow,” she whispered. “You’re going to be the death of me, Miquela.”
“Does she make love to you like that?”
Why the hell did that have to be the first thing out of her mouth?
“Shut up. Don’t think about her. Think about me.”
Miquela rolled over, her disheveled clothing and hair too beautiful to resist. “I am always thinking about you, June. You’re the only woman in this world I think so much about.”
“It will pass, you know. One day, you’ll wonder why you were so infatuated with me. I’ve seen it before, and I’m sure I will see it again.”
“It’s not like that at all. I…”
“Please, not today.” June was glad when Miquela stood and started to put herself back together. “You need to go, anyway. I have to start work soon.”
“Yes. Your appointment.” Miquela glanced at the painting on her wall. “I’ll go. I wanted you to know that I love you. That’s real. Whatever the outcome, I’m still going to love you.”
She didn’t doubt that.
When she left, June threw herself back down on her bed, pulling her pillow toward her face so she could groan. Then doze off, because what else was she to do? Face her problems?
If I take a short nap, everything will make itself clear later…
Her door opened and shut with a soft click. At first, she thought nothing of it. Must’ve been a maid come to straighten things up… but then June realized those self-assured footsteps could not have belonged to the dainty women who came in every day to clean rooms.
She opened one eye before sitting up with a start.
“Sette!”
Sette stood at the end of her bed, looking down at the scene of her sexual – and emotional – crime. Her demeanor went from confused to borderline incensed within five seconds.
“You’re early.”
