Page 55 of Is It Casual Now?

Her mind ignored that thought and entertained the idea of what it might be like getting to have more time to touch this woman, to make her scream. And even more to get to know her in a deeper and different way than before. The things thepublic didn’t know—not that there was much out there about Siena Frazee. But Jamie wanted more. She wanted to know the things that had sparked in her eyes, the truth she hid from general consumption.

As she eased herself out of Siena, she steeled herself to the fact that this was nothing more than the end of the one-night stand that had been rudely cut in half—prematurely.

“Where did you go?” Siena asked as she shuffled over, half sitting up now.

“Just glad I finally got to finish what we started.” Jamie’s entire body tightened. All the ease and looseness she’d had moments ago vanished into the ether.

“Finished?” Siena smirked and lifted a single eyebrow. “Oh babe, we aren’t even close to finished.”

No words appeared in Jamie’s mind as a lump in her throat formed. She was used to people saying all kinds of things during sex, especially before they climaxed and got exactly what they wanted. Hell, Jamie was known for saying unexpected things when she was aroused.

Siena pulled Jamie in for a kiss, and this time, the sweet bliss that washed over Jamie filled her with a strange sort of hope, that maybe it wasn’t just sex after all. Maybe it was more and that’s what Jamie was pushing against. She wasn’t used to the more.

When they got out of their own way, the chemistry between them went beyond attraction. She’d had a taste of it before, and the more she got to know the person behind the manager, the more Jamie liked the woman.

seventeen

Siena’s body ached in all the right places. She couldn’t remember the last time she had spent a whole afternoon ravishing and being ravished by a sexy woman. And not just any sexy woman, but one who not only understood the need for consent but reacted to the smallest cues from Siena’s body.

She had managed to keep her mind focused on work for the better part of the day. She loved her work and enjoyed the thrill of seeing others thrive, despite the prima donnas—those who thought she should do all the hard work while they did nothing but stand still and look pretty. Despite them, Siena still loved her job.

Thank goodness, because it made it a lot easier for her to push the sneaky memories aside.

But as the afternoon wound down to its usual lull, her mind kept wandering back to Jamie and all the things they had done to each other. And with each other. It had been a while since Siena had truly let herself go with another woman. The one-night stands of the past were nothing more than scratching an itch. But with Jamie, she had allowed her desires, her cravings to rise up and do far more than just scratch.

The trilling sound of her phone startled her out of the memories, and she chuckled quietly at herself. Like a teenager caught masturbating, she had jumped at the sound. Placing her hands on the keyboard, she turned her face to her screen. Only now did she realize that she’d been lost in her own memories so long that her screen had grown dark from inactivity.

Rolling her eyes at herself, she realized that it wasn’t her work phone.

And no matter which phone it was, they couldn’t see her anyway. It wasn’t as though Paula stood at the door with her pursed lips, raised eyebrows, and judgmental and concerned glances. Her phone stopped, and she shook her head. It wasn’t like her to get so caught up in her head over a one-night stand.

Technically two-night stand really, but Jamie had crawled beneath her skin, and Siena’s swirling mix of emotions confused her to no end. She picked up her cell from the desk, turning it over in her hand to check the missed call.

“Ingrid?” Siena said aloud to the empty room. It wasn’t unusual for Ingrid to call during the day. It happened regularly. But rarely did it ever happen on her personal phone.

Before she could unlock her phone and return the call, it vibrated in her hand, the sound almost as startling as the first time it had rung.

“Calling on my cell in the middle of the day means one of two things. Did you have lots of salacious adventures you don’t want recorded, or is there a world of fury needing to be vented?” Siena answered the call, the smile still on her face. With Ingrid it really could be either. Both of their workplaces recorded all phone calls. And that had saved Siena many lawsuits over the years.

Right now, she really hoped Ingrid’s call would be in relation to her former suggestion, but her stomach plummeted as the energy through the phone told her the truth before Ingrid’s words came out.

“Definitely fury.” Ingrid’s voice threatened to scorch Siena where she sat.

“Oh shit.” The smile dropped, and Siena instantly brought her computer back to life, clicking up a new file ready to take notes. When Ingrid was like this, Siena always needed to take notes. Her words would flow quickly and were more often than not filled with vitriol. “Tell me.”

“That fucking tabloid hack of yours is at it again.” Ingrid exploded in a torrent of words. “I have no idea how or where she got her information, but the idea she can make these accusations and I can do nothing about it is bullshit. All because she hasn’t made a single statement I can use as solid proof of a defamation claim is fucking ridiculous. She’s a sneaky bitch. And I want to know how the fuck she got ahold of any of this information to begin with. Is there someone in our circle being a narc? I want to find these fuckers. Without the sources, she’d be nothing. And why does anyone listen to her to begin with?”

“Ingrid, hey…” Siena cringed as she interrupted the flow of fury, but her heart pounded too loud in her chest. “Slow down for a second, all right?”

“What? Why?” Ingrid’s pout could be heard through the phone line.

“Because I need to know who and what exactly you’re talking about.” Siena used every ounce of her self-control to keep her voice calm and steady.

“I’m talking about that tabloid hack who fucked with Bunny and Piper earlier in the year. The one you’re always having to put fires out because of. Well, she’s now got her talons into my top client.”

“Jamie Kettlehouse.” Siena barely managed to get the name out. Her mouth was dry, and her lips felt chapped when moments ago they hadn’t.

“None other,” Ingrid hissed. “She got some dirt on my golden girl, and now everywhere you turn, she’s being targetedas a liar and a fraud. I mean for fuck’s sake. This could ruin her! All because that bitch thinks it’s her right to call out the hypocrites. We’re entertainment managers, of course half our clients are fucking hypocrites, but how the fuck does it affect her? So what if my client wants to act like she does charity work and splash that over the pages?”

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