Page 21 of The Paid Wife: A Lesbian Romance
hard, and right now, they were firmly fixed on Emily’s face.
The other woman’s expression was absolutely inscrutable.
“Don’t you think we should at least be on a first name basis
before you ask me out?” The woman grabbed the deck of tarot
cards and shuffled it some more. Her fingers were long and
tapered. Emily expected her nails to be black, but they were
cut and filed nicely and perfectly natural.
The tone was light and teasing, and finally, those emerald
eyes glinted with a hint of amusement.
Emily felt herself getting warm and flustered. It was more
from embarrassment than attraction, she told herself.
“I’m sorry.” She folded her hands between her knees and
clasped them together so tight they nearly slipped apart
because they were so slick and sweaty. “I shouldn’t have just
said that. I don’t know why I said that.”
One black brow arched. Emily wasn’t sure if it was makeup
or if the other woman’s brows were actually that color. Her
hair was dyed so perfectly, without roots, that it gave no hint at
all.
“I mean, I do. I do know why I said it,” Emily corrected.
“It’s not what you think. I’m sorry. I need…the thing is, I need
a fake wife and I’m willing to pay.”
That got the other woman’s attention. This time, her lips
twitched and then she smiled. It actually reached her sharp,
high cheekbones. “Oh really?”
“Oh my god.” Emily wrenched her hands free and hid her
face in them. “Can you forget that I just said that. Actually, I
think I’m going to go now. Like. Right. Now.” Emily snatched
her bag and pushed back the chair.
“No!”
