Page 33 of Her Patron
Hundreds of people in their designer dresses and suits mingled in the hallways and other corridors. They gummed up entrances and dominated the time of every usher. Women shrieked as zippers and heels broke, rushing into bathrooms where seamstresses were on hand. Others muttered about weddings and what a lucky bitch Etta Coleman was. When Miquela caught a glimpse of the happy couple strolling through the foyer, she had to agree. The newly minted Mrs. Colemans were radiant on their wedding day.
After accidentally bumping into a Saudi prince and almost incurring the wrath of the deadly bodyguard, Miquela came upon a different kind of commotion. A small, tittering crowd gathered around a far corner near a maintenance closet. All Miquela could gather from eavesdropping was that a couple had been caught doing the nasty when someone else tried to use the maintenance closet for the same thing.
It was all terribly amusing until Miquela saw a red dress and strawberry blond hair. The fact that June was not a spectator but the star of the show didn’t shock Miquela the most – seeing her in Sette’s arms was another matter!
Chapter 10
June
June was rarely embarrassed – let alone ashamed – of what she did with her own body. Since she was of a certain age, she had done all sorts of crazy things, let alone in public!
Being caught in a closet with Sette was not something she ever thought she would be ashamed of.
How the hell had she even arrived there? One moment, she was having a pleasant conversation with her, and the next? Boom. In the closet, happily making out with one of the only people who made her, well, happy. She didn’t even say no or think anything but pleasant things when Sette pulled up her skirt and drove those talented fingers into her.
They were only caught because some other tipsy, horny couple had the same idea to use this closet for their wedding reception jollies. One moment,boom, screwing. The next? Boom, exposed to a small gathering of people…
A small gathering of people… that included…
Miquela.
She stood in the back of the crowd, but her height made her unmistakable.Oh, my God. No.June pulled her skirt down, but could not cover what Sette had done.Thanks a lot, Sette!
That same woman was now covered up and did her best not to look absolutely horrified. June was fighting for the same composure as she shoved her way through the crowd and ran for the women’s restroom. Laughter and lewd comments followed.
She didn’t care about any of that. What she cared about was that look in Miquela’s eyes. Not anger. Not amusement.
Plotting. People were most dangerous when they plotted… in jealousy.
June was afraid to come out of the single-stall restroom. Afraid of what she had to face between the two women she…
What? Loved? Ha!
Get a grip. She splashed water on her face after cleaning herself up.This isn’t something you can’t handle. She had only gone back on her promise to Miquela to be with her that day. The woman who would be her patron soon enough.Shit, I’m so stupid!
She had been stupid for weeks now. These women were making her too stupid to function, let alone run her business!
June creaked the bathroom door open to make sure no one was watching for her. When the coast was clear, she snuck out and attempted to search for Miquela.Wish I wasn’t wearing a bright red dress or had blond hair.Good news was that most of the other guests would forget about the sexy gaffe soon enough.
Neither Miquela nor Sette was easy to find. In fact, June couldn’t locate them at all. She checked the ballroom.Nope. The lounge.Nope. She even braved asking the people standing in line for the restroom if they had seen either woman. Nobody had.
She even asked the Princess of Liechtenstein, Luxembourg, or Andorra, or wherethefuckever. Her Royal Highness had seenno one matching those descriptions, although she did admit to knowing Miquela. Because of course she did. June half expected to see Prince Albert II of Monaco wandering around there, too.
Finally, she got a lead when she asked one of the ushers. It was not a lead she wanted.
“You mean the two ladies who went out back? I haven’t seen it for myself, ma’am, but I believe they’re committing fisticuffs.”
“What?”
“They’re fighting!” some old woman translated behind her. “I’m gonna go watch!”
Was the building on fire? Because that’s how fast June ran, pushing men in Armani and women in Givenchy aside in the hopes of finding Miquela and Sette before they got arrested. She eventually made it to the main banquet table in the ballroom, where Etta and Jamie sat in their wedded bliss.
Fuck ‘em!
“Have either one of you seen my dates?” June slapped her hands against the banquet table to get their attention. “I think they might be brawling out back!”
“What?”
