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The guard asked, “Will you come back?”
“I don’t know. Maybe? I will have to see if this woke up my hormones.”
“Fair. Well, precious, have a nice night.”
Val got into the cab, gave her address, and waved to the bouncer as the cab drove away.
It was a weird evening, but she had things to do and less than five hours before it was time for work. Sex took a long time.
Chapter Three
The mid-morning rushwas underway, and Val was kept busy baking bread and tart shells, along with decorating the Monday cupcakes.
It was just after ten thirty when Bailey came back and said, “So? How was it?”
“Nice. Thorough. It was very pleasant.” Val wrinkled her nose. “I think. I am not stiff or anything, but there is a nice ache where there shouldn’t be.”
Bailey laughed. “Nice. You had a careful one.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“Do you remember anything?”
“Everything was in shadows. The room was nice.”
She kept working as she talked. “Is Becky out there?”
“Yeah. She’s keeping up. We are going to need more banana cream tarts, though. She’s obsessed.”
“She’s pregnant. You are just lucky that your sister is willing to pitch in when Mira’s in school. Her going through your tart inventory is a small price to pay.”
Bailey snorted. “You have a point. Oh, and thanks for going last night. They moved me to the front of the line and gave me a freebie for bringing you.”
Val pulled a tray of meat pies out of the oven and slid it into the cooling rack. The next four trays got the same treatment.
She kept working while Bailey described what she could remember of the previous evening. Bailey described waking with bites and other fun marks from an enthusiastic partner. “Any marks, Val?”
