her expanding studio. The man in charge of the new grant—some up and coming congressman—wanted to meet today to discuss the transfer of funds. Yeah, it was a skirt and heels kind of day. Even though she hated fancy clothes, and especially loathed heeled shoes, the look on Dax’s face when he came home to find her dressed up would make it all worth it.
The politician, the one with some distant connection to the island, was making his large donation official this afternoon. There would be paperwork to sign and hands to shake, blah blah blah . Worth it, though. For sure.
Rhee winced as she dried off and grabbed her green wrap dress from the hanger. It was her favorite outfit. And, much like the rest of her clothing, once Dax saw her in it, the flimsy material didn’t stand a chance. She shivered as another throb of desire pulsed between her legs, making her squirm.
Something was off and she stood there for a moment, puzzling over herself in the mirror. Her nipples were so hard they poked through the sheer material of her dress. Already, the cotton panties she wore were dampening. If Dax were to return unexpectedly, he would find her wet, willing and waiting for him.
Jesus Christ. What the hell is wrong with me?
The last time Rhee could remember being this horny, she was…
Pregnant.
Chapter Twelve
Mickey was soaked with her own sweat, and at first, she had no idea where she was. There was a humming sound coming from somewhere nearby. Closing her eyes was downright terrifying, but sometimes, Mickey was also afraid to open her eyes when she woke up.
Like now. When she wasn’t sure what she was going to open them to.
Would it be pitch black? So bright that the light burned her eyes? Would she be opening her eyes to someone who pitied her? Who was angered by her presence?
Who wanted to hurt her?
Finally, she couldn’t take the suspense any longer and blinked. Mickey let out a relieved sigh when she found herself alone in a small, twin-sized bed, a dim glow emanating from a small lamp nearby. She sat up and squinted at the nightlight, to confirm that it was indeed shaped like a horse. Mickey looked down at the bed and found that the bedspread was also decorated with horses. Or…ponies. Purple ones. Thoughts and urgency swirled in her head.
I’m in some crazy horse lady’s house? Well, I suppose it’s better than a crazy cat lady.
After a few more moments of wakefulness, the memories rushed back. Fuck, she had passed out in a public diner. Mickey shook her head as if to clear it. That’s right. She was in Shelley—no, Ruby’s—house.
And I need to get out of here .
Gingerly, she removed herself from the bed, taking care that the springs didn’t squeak. Another glance around the room told her that it belonged to a child—a young girl. There were horses everywhere. On peeling posters that looked like they could use some new tape. On shelves. There was even a large, stuffed pony at the foot of the bed—so big she could practically mount it.
Weird.
Ruby looked like she was old enough to be a grandmother. So…who did this room belong to? Maybe her granddaughter?
Mickey took stock of herself. Her clothes were literally sticking to her skin, telling her that she had suffered another one of her night terrors, but oddly, she didn’t recall waking up the usual way—by screaming her damn head off.
Maybe I’m getting better. That’s good.
Ugh. I feel so gross.
The humming stopped just long enough for her to notice. Then, the door opened. Ruby stepped into the room slowly, as if she knew that sudden moves would cause Mickey’s anxiety to return.
“Ah, you slept well, didn’t you, my friend?”
Friend? It was an odd term. Mickey regarded the other woman warily. She had been kind and caring the night before, but Mickey knew better than anyone that most people just couldn’t be trusted.
“You barely made it up the stairs, hon’. I was sure glad you made it to Sadie’s room. I’m pretty strong
The politician, the one with some distant connection to the island, was making his large donation official this afternoon. There would be paperwork to sign and hands to shake, blah blah blah . Worth it, though. For sure.
Rhee winced as she dried off and grabbed her green wrap dress from the hanger. It was her favorite outfit. And, much like the rest of her clothing, once Dax saw her in it, the flimsy material didn’t stand a chance. She shivered as another throb of desire pulsed between her legs, making her squirm.
Something was off and she stood there for a moment, puzzling over herself in the mirror. Her nipples were so hard they poked through the sheer material of her dress. Already, the cotton panties she wore were dampening. If Dax were to return unexpectedly, he would find her wet, willing and waiting for him.
Jesus Christ. What the hell is wrong with me?
The last time Rhee could remember being this horny, she was…
Pregnant.
Chapter Twelve
Mickey was soaked with her own sweat, and at first, she had no idea where she was. There was a humming sound coming from somewhere nearby. Closing her eyes was downright terrifying, but sometimes, Mickey was also afraid to open her eyes when she woke up.
Like now. When she wasn’t sure what she was going to open them to.
Would it be pitch black? So bright that the light burned her eyes? Would she be opening her eyes to someone who pitied her? Who was angered by her presence?
Who wanted to hurt her?
Finally, she couldn’t take the suspense any longer and blinked. Mickey let out a relieved sigh when she found herself alone in a small, twin-sized bed, a dim glow emanating from a small lamp nearby. She sat up and squinted at the nightlight, to confirm that it was indeed shaped like a horse. Mickey looked down at the bed and found that the bedspread was also decorated with horses. Or…ponies. Purple ones. Thoughts and urgency swirled in her head.
I’m in some crazy horse lady’s house? Well, I suppose it’s better than a crazy cat lady.
After a few more moments of wakefulness, the memories rushed back. Fuck, she had passed out in a public diner. Mickey shook her head as if to clear it. That’s right. She was in Shelley—no, Ruby’s—house.
And I need to get out of here .
Gingerly, she removed herself from the bed, taking care that the springs didn’t squeak. Another glance around the room told her that it belonged to a child—a young girl. There were horses everywhere. On peeling posters that looked like they could use some new tape. On shelves. There was even a large, stuffed pony at the foot of the bed—so big she could practically mount it.
Weird.
Ruby looked like she was old enough to be a grandmother. So…who did this room belong to? Maybe her granddaughter?
Mickey took stock of herself. Her clothes were literally sticking to her skin, telling her that she had suffered another one of her night terrors, but oddly, she didn’t recall waking up the usual way—by screaming her damn head off.
Maybe I’m getting better. That’s good.
Ugh. I feel so gross.
The humming stopped just long enough for her to notice. Then, the door opened. Ruby stepped into the room slowly, as if she knew that sudden moves would cause Mickey’s anxiety to return.
“Ah, you slept well, didn’t you, my friend?”
Friend? It was an odd term. Mickey regarded the other woman warily. She had been kind and caring the night before, but Mickey knew better than anyone that most people just couldn’t be trusted.
“You barely made it up the stairs, hon’. I was sure glad you made it to Sadie’s room. I’m pretty strong
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