Page 33 of Wanted

Marcia laughed. She liked this new Leigh. The old version had been fine—rarely late, a good worker, never any trouble in a store of miscreants—but this one had some spunk. “Sorry. But yeah, it’s active enough. Why?”

“How do I get one?”

Marcia narrowed her eyes. “Did you talk to Tony?”

“Tony? No. Why would I?”

“He’s your boss, for one thing.”

“Not anymore. I report directly to Diana.”

“Listen, kid. Rules of discussing sex or anything else with me? Don’t mention her. Seriously. I just ate salami at lunch and now I’m queasy.”

“Sorry. I won’t bring her up again.”

“Thank you.” She slanted a look at Leigh’s orgasm book. Maybe she should check it out. Market research and all. “So what’s with all the sex questions?”Is my boyfriend trying to make me feel better by putting you up to asking me for advice?

Because Tony would do that. He was just that sweet. Though she couldn’t see him approaching an employee and broaching the subject of sex advice. That was a tad unprofessional. And odd. But today, when the scuff on the bottom of her shoes ranked a little higher than she felt, she wouldn’t mind his interference.

She just needed a good writing hour under her belt. Something to encourage her to keep going, some kind of sign she hadn’t made the wrong move to become a provider of naughty assistance.

Not that she’d had a ton of other moves to make currently but still.

“I’ve just heard stuff, over the years. Nothing bad,” Leigh added. “All really good. That you’re, like, amazing. In bed.”

“Amazing?” Marcia didn’t bother to rein in the urge to preen. She needed to preen. Badly. “Well, I wouldn’t say amazing. Capable, maybe. Skilled, perhaps.”

“Hot guys want you. That’s so obvious. Tony, Cale…Tony,” she corrected, as if she’d said too much.

“Yeah, but Tony and I are in love.”

“You’re in love?”

Only when Leigh repeated the question did Marcia realize what she’d said. Holy mother of all that’s holy. She’d said that. She’d told Leigh she loved Tony when she hadn’t even told him.

Hell, when she hadn’t even toldherself.

But shewasin love with him. No arguments, no excuses. She loved the man, and she needed to tell him. Later. After she slept with his best friend once more.

Marcia winced. Ouch. Not exactly proof of love under normal circumstances but Tony got that she was different. And from what she could tell, Tony had enjoyed last night as well. Enough to seem fine with another night.

Heck, she might as well get drunk on the threesome punch before someone took the bowl away.

“Yes, I think we are,” Marcia said softly.

“Is it a new development?” Leigh asked, sounding surprisingly gentle considering she’d been the one seeking advice. Sooner or later, the student always became the teacher.

“Very new.” Marcia smiled and tucked her purse against her hip. “So you’re looking to become more sexually active?”

“Yes. But I want to sort of ease in. I just don’t know where to meet people.”

“What kind of people?”Women or men? Both?

“Someone nice. Not too pushy. Someone who’ll let me call the shots, at least at first.”

Marcia laughed. “And you had a thing for Spencer? That’ssonot him. He gives directions on how to face the toilet paper on the roll.”

Leigh flushed again. “You knew about that? That I liked Spencer?”

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