CHAPTER 23 #2
“Okay. So, a pretty Stella, your physical type, walks up to you in a bar, buys you a drink, and asks you to dance. What then?” Arlowe asked.
“I guess I’d dance with her,” she replied and shrugged a shoulder.
“And with the whole school thing no longer in play in this scenario, what might have happened after?”
“Arlowe, that is an impossible question to answer. It’s also irrelevant because I can’t go back in time and we didn’t meet like that. We met in school, and she wasn’t nice to me. I wasn’t nice to her, I guess. We were competing for the same thing for different reasons.”
“Huh?” Sarai asked.
“I was trying to make my parents love me by doing well in everything. Stella was working her way through school because she had to. She didn’t come from money like I did.”
“Interesting,” Enya replied and chomped down on another baby carrot.
“I agree,” Sarai said.
“Me too,” Arlowe added.
“What is so damn interesting?” Violet asked.
“You seemed to have learned some things about Stella when you keep trying to convince us that all you two are doing is having sex. When I have casual sex with someone, I don’t tend to tell them the intimate details of my life. Have you told Stella the intimate details of your life, Violet?”
Violet thought back through all their conversations and swallowed because she had told Stella some of the intimate details of her life.
“I’m going to take a break and go to my room,” she said, not addressing Arlowe’s question. “I didn’t sleep well, so I’m taking a nap.”
Arlowe laughed, but she didn’t say anything.
Violet then rose from the table, stole a few carrots from Enya’s plate, and left the kitchen. When she got back to her room, she pulled out her phone.
Violet Russell: Will you for sure be home by nine tonight?
Stella Ross: Yes. Why?
Violet Russell: I’m coming over, and I’ll be there at nine. I want you to fuck me however you want and make me come over and over again all night long.
Stella Ross: Really? I thought you were worried about the presentation.
Violet Russell: That can wait until tomorrow. I need a break. Would you like to make me come tonight or not?
Stella Ross: Come over at nine. I’ll make sure I’m done with dinner and back on time.
Violet Russell: What should I wear?
Stella Ross: I would say nothing, but that might get you pulled over.
Stella Ross: Wear a business suit with pants. I want to take it off you layer by layer. Wear heels, too. Tall ones. Those will stay on for a while.
Violet Russell: See you at nine.
Violet lay down minutes later and took a long nap.
When she woke up, she found her phone charging on her table and noticed that it was after seven.
She’d put it on do-not-disturb so that she could sleep and just now noticed another couple of messages from Stella.
She couldn’t make them out through the notification on her lock screen, and she was worried that Stella would be canceling until she opened her messages app.
Stella Ross: My dinner got canceled. Jen found herself a hot date on some app.
Stella Ross: Want to come over early? Like, whenever. Like, now, if you want.
That message had come in at six-forty-five, and it made her smirk because Stella definitely wanted her to come over tonight.
Violet Russell: Just saw your messages. I was taking a nap. Let me get changed, and I’ll be right over. Should I bring anything other than myself in a business suit with heels?
She expected Stella to say something about her bringing the dildo Stella had used on her here because she knew that was Violet’s favorite toy, or that she’d suggest that she bring an overnight bag.
She waited a minute, and when Stella’s response didn’t arrive right away, she got up and started packing a bag with the dildo and harness inside and found a free pack of lube that had come with the toy.
She’d never used the free sample, but the package it came in said it was meant to enhance her pleasure, so Violet tucked it into the pocket of her overnight bag just as Stella’s text came in.
Stella Ross: Do you have any good wine over there? I’ve got some basic stuff, but if you have something better, bring that. Red, if you have it.
“Oh, she’s got something planned, doesn’t she?” Violet asked herself, picturing Stella maybe sipping wine from her belly button or something.
Stella Ross: Oh, and a bag. Bring a bag. You wanted to come all night long. You’ll need to stay over for me to make that happen.
Violet laughed at that and headed out of her room once she had everything she needed. She stopped by the living room and told Arlowe and Enya where she was going.
“Have fun on your date,” Enya said.
“What date? She looks like she’s going to a networking event sponsored by LinkedIn,” Arlowe remarked.
“It’s not a date.” Violet chuckled. “I’m going to Stella’s, but it’s not a date. Do we have any good red wine?”
“No,” Enya said. “We have decent red wine, though.”
“In the pantry,” Arlowe added. “I saw a bottle in there when I was grabbing chips earlier.”
“Thanks.”
She grabbed her bottle of wine, left her pain-in-the-ass friends on one of the two couches in their living room, and set out to prove to herself that she only wanted sex from Stella Ross.