Page 28 of Is It Casual Now?

Though she couldn’t deny it would be a lot easier to focus on that point if Jamie didn’t look so deliciously sinful in that knitted green dress that rode up on her thick and squeezable thighs. Jamie stood as Siena approached.

Siena bit back the groan that threatened to rumble up her throat.

Why was this woman so damn sexy? And why couldn’t Siena see past that? She had to focus on the post that had made her look like a sleazy villain manager from the bad old days.

Of course, it didn’t help that as she drew closer it became harder for her to keep her eyes from those delicious tits andremember the taste of this delectable woman on the tip of her tongue.

“Siena, I honestly wasn’t sure if you would show.” Jamie smiled nervously, and Siena thought she might die on the spot.

The sex had been amazing. Jamie had been so present, reacting physically and verbally at every touch and stroke Siena made as she explored her body.

Why had the sex been so good, especially when Siena hadn’t even taken her clothes off? Hadn’t even been touched the way she craved?

“I’m a professional, Jamie. And this is a business meeting.” Despite the crisp tone she used, Siena noticed the tiniest of smiles pulling up the corners of Jamie’s lips.

She wanted to kiss that smile into oblivion.

No,she didn’t.

She wanted this meeting over with and wanted to get something positive out of the entire situation. Some good press for Bunny and Piper would never go astray.

Siena simply hoped she could keep her thoughts on track and that she wasn’t putting her faith in the wrong person.

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Jamie’s legs jiggled under the table as she sat, hands wrapped around the now cold coffee mug. She’d shown up early, which in hindsight seemed rather masochistic on her part.

After the encounter at the school, she had little faith in Siena showing up for their planned meeting. All morning, she had expected a phone call from her receptionist, telling her that Ms. Frazee would have to cancel their meeting indefinitely.

And yet, here she sat early for a meeting that might not even happen.

“Anything else I can help you with?” The waitress smiled, the curve of her lips an interesting flirtation. But Jamie didn’t react in kind.

“No, thanks.” She smiled, but she didn’t meet the waitress’s eyes or lean forward to use her best assets for the cause.

“Okay, well. If you need something, just give me a wave.”

“Absolutely.” The interaction was false, but one she had engaged in many times over the years.

This time it didn’t boost her up or flatter her. She knew waitresses flirted for tips—it’s what she’d done before she foundthe job at the paper. She shuddered at the idea of having to go back to being a waitress. If anyone would even hire her now.

No wonder the interaction didn’t hit the same as usual. Her livelihood currently rested in the hands of a woman she barely knew, except by reputation. But she knew what her hands and mouth felt like on her skin and inside of her.

“Damn it,” Jamie muttered as she crossed her legs under the table, not only stopping the jiggling motion but trying her best to minimize the pressure that was building between her thighs. She could already feel her own wetness and ached to relieve the tension before having to deal with this meeting.

Quickly, she leaned down and grabbed her phone from her bag and checked the time. She had five minutes. It wasn’t like she regularly masturbated in a public bathroom, but the cafe had their own stalls, and she needed as little pressure between her legs as possible. And this was just at the memory of Siena’s touch—what the hell was she going to be like when the woman actually showed up?

If she showed up…

As if summoned by her thoughts, Jamie felt eyes on her. More specifically, eyes on her cleavage as she moved back up into her seat proper.

“Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Jamie whispered.

Was Siena seriously wearing a vest?

Fuck!

Jamie jumped to her feet as Siena drew closer, trying to ease some of the discomfort that sitting had caused against her swelling clit.

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