The evening
found them at the same sports bar as the night before. Lane was wearing the
necklace, a red dress this time.
Tessa noticed
that Adrian seemed to be a bit more relaxed about the appreciative looks Victor
gave her. However, tonight, they unnerved her. Colada time. Tonight, with the
local specialty, guavaberry liquor. Her reasoning might be hypocritical, but
how much of a jerk was this guy not to appreciate his own wife, a smart and
kind woman for all Tessa knew, coming with that
package? She was similarly frustrated with Adrian who, for all intents and
purposes, had found a new friend. Was that what he aspired to be like, a cocky
businessman who took a woman like Lane for granted and thought he could impress
the people around him with his money? She didn’t want to be married to a man
like that. This trip was shaping up to drive the message home, and maybe she
didn’t want to be married at all, just be happy and carefree with people who
felt the same way. Adrian had once been that way, and she sensed the potential underneath
Lane’s reserved exterior. Not that it was any of her business what Lane was
like beneath that front, in more private moments, but damn, it seemed like she
had a hard time thinking about anything else.
Two women went
by, hand in hand. They stopped for a brief moment, sharing a kiss which
inevitably caught the men’s interest.
Or was it—inevitable?
“What are you
looking at? It’s not like they’re going to invite you.” What was wrong with
her? They were enjoying good music, food, company in a place where a couple of
minute’s walk would allow her to feel the sand under her feet. Something was wrong.
“That’s not the
point,” Adrian defended himself.
“What is the
point? What’s it with men and lesbians anyway, why is it such a thing for you?”
Lane looked
fairly interested in the subject, making Tessa blush, so she focused on Adrian . Tonight, he
hadn’t stopped at beer either.
“Well, what do
you want me to say? It’s hot.”
“You can say
that,” Victor chimed in, and Tessa, emboldened with liquid courage, raised her
index finger at him.
“Hey, I didn’t
ask you. I don’t understand you. You’re giving every woman in this place the
eye when you are married to someone like Lane? She is gorgeous!”
He didn’t seem
to mind her words, in fact, Victor appeared amused. “If you think so, maybe you should kiss her?”
“Now that would
be hot,” Adrian said.
“I need another
drink,” was Lane’s comment, finally making Tessa aware of what she’d said. She
cast an apologetic glance at Lane who looked surprisingly thoughtful, before
she leaned over and her lips met Tessa’s. Maybe the gesture was meant to be a
dare, or prove a point, but whatever it was, the encounter lasted longer than
expected. Tessa shifted closer, excited by the feel of Lane’s tongue slipping
between her lips, exploring gently. Tessa wouldn’t have minded if she wanted to
explore all night. She could blame it on the alcohol all she wanted, but she
was trembling, liquid heat pooling between her legs. Shame on her. She should
have known all along. If the kiss of a woman was making her this hot, but she
was dragging her feet with a guy even when he wanted to surprise her with a
beach vacation, it should tell her something.
Still, Lane was
married, and she had kissed Tessa with this much passion—why, exactly? Both
breathless when they pulled back, they stared at each other in surprise.
The men in their
company were less startled, or maybe they had no idea what just happened.
“See, that’s
just…hot,” Adrian argued.
Pal, you’ll get no argument from me, Tessa thought. Lane finished her drink with a deep sip. Tasting
the fruity concoction on her lips had been divine, and all of a sudden Tessa
couldn’t help thinking of all the other ways she’d like to taste her.
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