Page 54 of Whatever Lola Wants

“No, I left my toy bag at home,” she replied.

“Ah. Then can I assume you’re open to bottoming tonight?”

Intrigued, she tilted her head. “You can, yes.”

“Good to know,” he murmured and skimmed a finger down her cheek. “Perhaps I’ll see you later.”

When he walked away, Anna’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, my holy God.”

Lola chuckled, savoring the little tingle along her cheek where his finger had brushed. “Well, that’s interesting.”

“That’s an understatement.” Anna was gawking. “Are you going to play with Michael?”

Lola shrugged. “I don’t know. He hasn’t asked.”

“Uh, I think he just did.”

“Hello, beautiful.” Grant walked up behind Anna and wrapped an arm around her waist. He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “What are we talking about?”

“Lola playing with Michael.”

Grant looked at Lola. “You’re playing with Michael?”

“Undetermined,” Lola said with a casual shrug. “He hasn’t asked and I haven’t said yes.”

“A formality. He called her ‘pet’,” Anna told Grant. “And there was major flirting.”

“Well, well,” Grant murmured, a speculative gleam lighting his pale eyes. “Isn’t that interesting?”

“What’s interesting?” Simon said, coming to stand next to Grant.

“Playing with Michael,” Anna supplied, and Lola had to resist the urge to kick her.

Simon’s brows drew together as he lifted his drink. “Who’s going to play with Michael?”

“Lola,” Anna said smugly, and Simon’s hand froze on the way to his mouth.

“Really?”

His tone was flat as Lola shot Anna a quelling look. “He hasn’t asked, and I haven’t said yes,” she repeated.

“He may as well have asked,” Anna shot back with a smirk, a knowing gleam in her eye. The brat.

“Well, until he does, I’m not going to worry about it,” Lola said.

Anna opened her mouth to reply, and Lola leaned over to whisper in her ear. “If you keep this up, the next time I come over to your house I’m going to bring my needle kit and stick them into my own hands until I bleed all over the dinner table.”

Anna paled and gulped. “You’re mean,” she managed.

“And you’re meddling,” Lola countered. “Knock it off.”

“Fine,” Anna huffed. “But I’m just trying to help.”

Lola just rolled her eyes, and satisfied Anna would back off, turned her attention back to the demo on stage. She frowned. While she’d been talking to her friends, the Dom had finished the scene, and was busy releasing his submissive from the post.

“Damn, I missed the finale,” she muttered, then sighed. Oh, well. She turned to her friends and stopped, blinking. Anna and Grant were gone; only Simon stood there.

“Where’d they go?”

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