15. Miquela
Miquela
F or the first time since moving to America, Miquela was conducting the sexiest parts of her personal business outside of the Manoir’s walls.
There were many reasons for them to sign their contracts in the city.
For one, Monique was not in the mood to do a lot of traveling.
Downtown was a convenient location for a woman content to hide out in her wife’s estate for the time being.
Only downside? She admitted that this was her first time being away from her infant daughter, and she was anxious for this to be over.
The other good reasons included less mileage on the Aston Martin and getting to see her gorgeous June in civilization. That was always a treat.
The four of them sat in a private room of a restaurant, drinking wine and dining on semi-decent Italian food. Nothing is better than the real thing. It’s difficult to even compare. So, saying “semi-decent” was quite the compliment.
Somewhere between giving birth and going on maternity leave, Monique finished drafting the contracts for the trio of misfit lovers.
They each had a copy, and both Miquela and Sette had submitted their first month’s payments.
The only one looking nervous was June, who turned down more wine and kept her lunch light.
You’d almost think she knows what we have planned for her.
Technically, Miquela had first dibs on a date with her, but the two women had a nice, long, somewhat drunk chat about how best to please their mutual girlfriend and came to the same conclusion. June hadn’t been informed yet. It’s a surprise!
Miquela, meanwhile, needed something more than wine. Another glass would have to do.
“I have nothing to add,” Sette declared, after looking through her copy of the contract.
“You should. You should get a one-year discount for helping the boss have a baby.” June sent her a stark look.
If she looks at me like that, I melt. There was something sexy about a particularly feisty woman. It’s like I want to fuck it out of her, but never actually accomplish it. I keep trying and trying… Miquela crossed her legs.
“What has this one done?” June gestured to Miquela. “She could’ve been helping.”
“As sorry as I am for having missed it,” and indeed, it was quite the story, “I am sure that there are other, better ways for me to make myself useful to Mrs. Warner. I’ll start by signing this contract and recommending all my European friends to her place of business whenever they are in the area.
” She may or may not have spent one uproariously drunk party in London talking about how great the Manoir was.
“That is suitable,” Monique muttered. “I’m sure that within at least a month, I will be more than happy to think about business again.”
The only one who had yet to sign their copy of the contract was, unsurprisingly, June. She perused it like a magazine, commenting on this, gawking at that, and wondering how she was supposed to spend Christmas in Monaco and fly back in time for New Year’s with Sette.
“It’s only fair that I get Christmas if she gets Thanksgiving.”
“You’re not even American…”
“Hence, I do not care about Thanksgiving, but I do care about Christmas. My family is Catholic. We care a lot about Christmas.”
“You’re not going to make me spend it with your family, are you?”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I? You’re my damn girlfriend. They’ll get over it.”
Even Monique looked as if she could hardly believe this. Sette simply shrugged. “Thanksgiving and New Year’s sound fair to me.”
“I feel like I’m at a fucking custody hearing.”
“Now, pumpkin,” Miquela said with a grin, “cool it with the language. This is a fancy place for you Americans.”
June slugged her in the arm.
“Fantastic,” Monique quipped. “This is off to a fantastic start.”
June grabbed a pen and signed her contract. “Fine. You’ve both got me by the pussy.” She shot Miquela with that melting look. I’m done. Goodbye. “How’s that language for you?”
“Is she flirting with me?” Miquela asked Sette. “I think she’s flirting with me, but sometimes I can’t tell.”
“That is definitely flirting. She’s about ten seconds away from tearing off your pants.”
“Excuse you!”
“If she does, I hope you paint it. I want to start appearing in those paintings with her. This needs to be shared with the world.” Miquela jerked her thumb toward her crotch. “I’m thinking The Courtesan and Her Aphrodite Client. Hm?”
“Could be fetching, but then I would have to stare at you naked.”
“Are you implying that would be distracting or something?”
“Who said anything about being distracted by you?”
“Whoa, whoa…” June held up her hands. “This is getting too freaky for me right now. Can we start with dessert?”
We’ll be having dessert all day if I can help it.
Monique had no desire to stay later than necessary.
Between the worn-out look on her face and the call of a baby back home, June’s boss hurried to pay her respects and take the paperwork away with her.
Her driver awaited her at the door. The last thing Miquela saw was Monique frantically texting someone.
“Well!” Miquela stretched her arms above her head, letting one land on the back of June’s chair. “You’re all mine now, mi amour.”
“And mine,” Sette was quick to interrupt. “Don’t go back on our agreement so quickly.”
The way she said that, and the way she looked at Miquela afterward, was enough to make the poor woman clear her throat. “I have no intention of going back on anything.” She and Sette shared a daunting look. Don’t freak me out, okay? One thing at a time.
“So!” June put a hand on both of their thighs. “Who gets me first? I haven’t seen your apartment yet, Miquela. Am I spending the first night with you? I want ice cream. Gotta lube up my throat for what you like.”
Miquela wasn’t usually shy about that, but for some reason, hearing her candidly talk about it in front of Sette was awkward. One thing at a time!
“Actually,” Miquela began, “you’re on a date with both of us today.” She leered at Sette over June’s head. “Isn’t that right, Dr. Christie?”
“Last I heard that was the deal.” Right in front of Miquela, Sette wrapped both arms around June and gave her a surprise kiss to the throat.
I hate how good they look together. With any luck, Sette thought the same thing about Miquela. Damn straight we look good together.
“Unless you would rather have me, love. I don’t think you do.”
“My, my… there’s plenty of me to go around.” Her infectious smile was just that. Miquela couldn’t help but smile, too. “So, where are we going?”
Another look was exchanged. “It’s a surprise. Come on. We’re taking my car.”
June looked fantastic in the passenger seat of the Aston Martin. Like she belonged there, even dressed as simply as she was. I can’t wait to tear those clothes off you, June.
Miquela had deposited $125,000 into the Manoir’s main account. They were going to celebrate until none of them had the breath to celebrate anymore.
Sette went on ahead to get things ready. June was none the wiser, reapplying her makeup in the mirror and teasing Miquela with glimpses of her thighs and cleavage.
Would that stuffy doctor get mad if I had my first round with her right here?
“What’s this?” June grinned when one of the nicest hotels in the neighborhood appeared before them. “Miquela… you shouldn’t have. We could go to your apartment first.”
“We’re celebrating, mi amour.” Miquela pulled up to the curb and got out. The valet helped June out and waited for Miquela’s keys. “Besides, we need neutral territory.”
“For what?”
She looped her arm around June, pulling out a card key already in her possession. It was gold. Really gold.
“For all the naughty things I’m going to do to you.”
She giggled as they passed the front desk and went straight for the elevator. June bit her lip in expectation as Miquela hit the button for the penthouse suite.
“Can we get some drinks? Ice cream?”
“Anything for my perfect girlfriend.”
Miquela meant that, too. No matter what, June was her girlfriend. Sure, she was Sette’s girlfriend too, but somehow…
Somehow, that was kinda hot.
Miquela pulled her close for a kiss. By the time the elevator doors opened to the penthouse suite, Miquela had her hand halfway up June’s blouse, searching for her bra clasp.
“I knew it. I knew I couldn’t trust you alone with her for five minutes.”
June jerked out of Miquela’s embrace, mouth dropping open when she spotted Sette already in the suite.
“Sette!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
“We did say that you would be with both of us today.”
Miquela held the elevator door open and gently pushed June out. Her eyes lingered on the curve of her ass as she hurried into the suite. She didn’t even mind when Sette swept her into her own embrace, careful to make sure Miquela saw how expertly she kissed her.
June’s eyes stayed open, as if she couldn’t believe this crazy moment.
How adorable. She has girlfriend whiplash.
They went into the suite, where a bottle of Champagne and three glasses awaited. June remained entranced as she sat in the center and flanked by both women who wanted her.
“All right, you two,” she finally said. “Come clean. If we were really on some hunky-dory threesome date, we wouldn’t be in a hotel room that costs as much as I do for a night.”
Sette and Miquela had spent a long time discussing how to broach this with June. They both knew she would be down for it once it registered in her brain.
“Why are you so skeptical?” Sette handed her a glass. “Maybe Miquela and I are besties now. You know how it is. You punch a girl out, suddenly you’re the best woman at her wedding.”
“Does it matter?” Miquela added, sliding closer. “When a woman loves you, she’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”
“Huh?”
“She’s right,” Miquela said softly. “You make me want to do things I never thought about doing before, mi amour. You may be my love, but you come with extras, don’t you?”
June drank her whole glass before slamming it on the table. “Oh, my God. You two are going to kill me.”
She didn’t say it, but her expression said she realized exactly what was going on now.
With one glance at Sette, Miquela took her cue.
She tipped June’s head back and kissed her, hand slipping beneath her blouse while Sette kissed her fingers.