Page 55 of Semantics

“Stella…” Violet mumbled.

“Later?” she asked with a smirk.

“Maybe. I’ll let you know.”

“I have something I’d like to use on you.”

“Different from what you used on me last night?”

“Same concept, but mine has a vibrator in it, and it’s a little longer. You seem to enjoy it deep. I thought you might like it.” She leaned in and whispered, “And I came last night when I wore one for you, but I come even harder with a vibrator pressed to my clit when I’m inside a woman like that.”

“Fuck,” Violet whispered back.

“Exactly,” Stella said and kissed her below her earlobe. “I’ll see you tonight.” Then, she pulled back. “Oh, and at the risk of this sounding like I’m doing it because we slept together, I forgot to tell you last night that I talked to the CEO, and he said he’d be willing to go one hundred thousand total for your first year if you sign a two-year agreement, do a testimonial, and it’s only twenty hours of Monique’s time. I managed to get him to commit to twenty-five hours instead. I was going to tell you over drinks, but then we didn’t exactly do much talking.”

Violet looked concerned.

“Violet, I sent him an email telling him your company’s situation and that I think you’d be a good client for us to have long-term before we slept together. He just got back to me yesterday afternoon. It’s not because of what we’re doing here, I promise. I wouldn’t do that.”

“If you were willing to ask him, why did you argue with me about it instead of just doing it?”

Stella leaned back in and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Because it’s fun, arguing with you. I will see you later. Come over around eight? Is that enough time for you to recover?”

“After what we’ve done the past two nights? No.” Violet chuckled a little. “But I’ll text you later and let you know if I can make it.”

“I’ll send you the new proposed agreement for you to review when I get to the office.”

“I’ll tell the team about it and see what they say.”

“Great. Now, I need to order a car before my phone dies.”

“Shit. Do you want me to order one for you instead?”

“No, I’ve got it. I’ll see you later.”

“Maybe,” Violet insisted.

Stella laughed a little as she walked out the door.

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Stella hit send on the email and managed to resist putting something personal in there because it was her company email, and she had already messed up once. Instead, she sent Violet a text message letting her know that the email should be in her inbox and added a little something personal to that.

Violet Russell: Really? You talk business first and then tell me that in the same message?

Stella Ross: Are you recovering well so far today?

Violet Russell: Very funny.

Stella laughed at that response just as Jen walked into her office.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” she lied, setting her phone down on her desk. “What’s up?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like shit.”