by Talyn Scott
Just about anything.
“I told you and told you to stop drinking!” Libby slapped her hand on the steering wheel. “I reminded you of your lightweight status. You’ve never held your alcohol, and you’ve had a lot of practice.”
“I know. I agree.” Why argue with her brain pounding through her skull? “I was immature and let you down. But just so you know, I was damn close to an Easton.” She pinched her thumb and index finger together. “This close, Lib.”
“To Dylan Easton?”
“Yeah, gave him a hard-on and everything.” Or maybe his erection was lingering from the blonde who took off in a huff.
Libby gaped. “You…were that close?”
“He wouldn’t listen to what I came there to say, or maybe I jumbled everything, but his lips found mine…his hard body. I sure can’t forget that part, though I’ve forgotten everything thereafter.”
“It’s all right. This fight isn’t over.” Libby patted Payton’s knee sympathetically. “And of course you gave him a stiffy! After all, you’re gorgeous. Dylan Easton would be a fool not to want you.” She cleared her throat to fill the awkward silence that came whenever they discussed Payton’s lack of a sex life. “You just need a little experience, that’s all.”
“If this is you giving me the lecture about hiring your hands-on, sex-pert friend, give it a rest.”
“Thomas is a professional sex therapist, a very hot one. If we hadn’t grown up together, and he didn’t feel like my brother.” Libby sighed, allowing her thoughts to simmer while pulling her Porsche against the side of their renovated firehouse. Since the parking lot and main entrance had been blocked off recently, courtesy of The Easton Company, they weren’t allowed more than three parking spaces though they actually had room for one hundred.
“Drop it, Lib. I’m getting better with the sex stuff.”
“I would believe that if you weren’t still a virgin.” Libby got out of the car and Payton followed.
Was a big V flickering across her forehead? “Am I still that obvious?”
“Not the virgin part, but as far as lack of trust goes, it’s smeared all over your face every time Noah looks at you longingly,” Libby answered quietly. “Your answer is to run away from him, to run away from any guy who shows the least amount of interest past warm fuzzy friendship.”
That wasn’t what happened last night. “Just keep your voice down,” Payton whispered and searched for Noah. Usually he wasn't home this time of morning, but she couldn’t take any chances. “Noah and I need to stay friends, particularly since we’ve invested in this place together.” They walked up the flight of steps leading to their three-bedroom loft, a sixteen hundred square foot palace compared to what it was before renovations. “Partners shouldn’t have sex with one another.” This was part of the reason she wouldn’t date Noah. “It could ruin everything.”
Libby shoved her key in the door, opening it. “I’m determined that nothing will be ruined. At a steal, Dad bought up this place for a hundred grand.” She motioned for Payton to follow, needing to get her out of the beaded gown. “You and Noah sunk in twenty-five grand each, which, might I remind you, was money necessary to complete your bachelors’ degrees. How can I allow this ship to sink?”
“It won’t sink.” Yes, Noah and Payton had taken their chances, gambling on their futures to follow their dreams. Their families weren’t wealthy as Libby’s was and if her and Noah’s investments didn’t pan out, they’d be working crazily to get through school. Libby would be okay, but even her family couldn’t hang their hats with the Easton family, so eventually she’d be cut off from her father’s wallet.
Catching something in the corner of her eyes, Payton spun to the unique dining table the three had tiled together. “Whoa!” Atop the cleverly melded colors of the ocean, gleaming between silver dyed grout, stood a flower arrangement rivaling those she’d seen gracing the tables last night. However, this one was clearly unique, the colors and textures amazing. “It’s huge.”
Libby nodded. “Grandiose, I’d say, coming from a narcissistic mind who wanted undivided attention.”
“No,” Payton disagreed, “just beautiful.” She walked over, breathing in the lush fragrance of… “Ebony Vandal Orchids, purple tinted sage, and blue violet freesia, hundreds of stems are here.” All nestled inside murano glass. She trailed her finger down the hefty vase. “It’s real, Lib. The murano is genuine.”
“Uh, yeah, it was a private delivery from The Easton Hotel,” Libby said mystified. “It's a good thing I caught the delivery before Noah was disturbed. He looked like hell.”
Payton brushed her nose against the sage, inhaling. “After a gig, he doesn’t crawl in here until well after the sun rises. I'm surprised he's here now.”
Libby lifted a thin box from behind the flowers, waving it under Payton’s nose. Payton took the box from her hands and lifted the lid. Nestled inside, she found a simple custom mask. It was cream, made for a man, and stroked something familiar. “This is a vague memory,” she recalled, “but I can’t patch it together.” She flipped the mask over, studying the elegant script written in an arrogant slant. “Payton Calloway,” she read, her fingers slightly trembling at the use of her name, “be ready for me. Without our masks, there is nowhere to hide.” She swallowed against sudden dryness. “Signed, A.”
“Yes, I know.” Libby had the decency to appear repentant. “I read it.”
“I’ll let it slide this time,” Payton teased, carrying the mask to her room. “I have no idea what this mask is about.” She stood next to her dresser, hooked it on the upper corner of her mirror, and put her efforts into removing her jewelry. “I have to admit that I felt like Cinderella for a while.”
“You may have looked like a sexier version of her, but we don’t believe in fairy tales right?” Libby went to work on the flapper dress, unzipping carefully, maneuvering the studded and swinging beads so they wouldn’t be caught in the zipper. “But I’m intrigued about that damn mask.”
“Well, it makes me uneasy.” She placed the second glittering earring in its velvet box for the short jot back to Libby’s room.
The dress was off and Libby immediately wrapped it in tissue paper, before easing it into a silken garment bag. “Of course you’re uneasy.” She gave her a duh look. “You don’t remember your masked man, but it’ll come back to you later, maybe after you’ve eaten.” She eyed the elastic bandages used to squeeze Payton’s breasts in the costume as Payton removed them. “You’re going to be sore after sleeping in those. Sorry I couldn’t find anything fitting for the costume party in your size.”
“It’s not your fault I wear an eighteen.”
“A perfect eighteen, Pay, men admire your curves,” she reminded. “I’ve seen them.”
Payton didn’t want to get into yet another discussion about her nonexistent sex life. After the last bandage came off, the blood rushed backed to her chest. “What a relief,” she admitted while rubbing her sore nipples. “I hope you’re not caught sneaking back the dress.” She shimmed out of the girdle, feeling her hips, stomach, and ass slowly coming alive again.
Lib was checking her messages. “Since the morning’s nearly over, my only hope is slipping it in between one and two. There aren’t any matinee’s this month and most will be out for lunch.”
“I’ll do it,” she offered, realizing she should skip her shower until after she completed her grueling day filled with repair work. “No point in you getting fired from the only job you’ve ever loved.” Libby worked the local theater, mostly as a production hand, but her dream was to one day be in the limelight, just small time, acting for the local audience while running the firehouse. Presently, her hours there coincided perfectly with what was needed in their business.
“I’ll be fine, and you’re needed here, installing that garbage disposal in apartment B.”
Payton slipped on her last clean bra, wincing when the fabric abraded her sore breasts. “Not to worry, Bill installed it three days a
go.”
“It’s leaking, and he’s backed up.” She fixed the garment bag over her delicate shoulder. “You’re the only one here with plumbing experience besides Bill and Noah.”
Payton’s plumbing experience constituted plunging toilets and fixing one leaky faucet as well as replacing one broken sprinkler head. None of that made her an expert. “Is the box still there with the instructions?”
“Yes.” Slipping into the hall, she peeked over at Noah’s closed door and quietly added, “I smoothed them out on the kitchen counter. Maybe, you’ll have some luck. Oh,” she added as an afterthought, “don’t forget to flip the breaker before you start.”
“Yeah, I learned that lesson the last time.” Payton pulled a well-worn polo shirt over her head and finger-combed her long curls into a ponytail. When she located her cap, she slid it in one back pocket and her phone in the other.
“Did that burn ever scar?”
“Nope. I’m going to spend a few hours sealing the joints in the crown molding downstairs before I tackle the disposal.”
“Sounds great,” Libby said over her shoulder. “I’ll check in with you before I leave.”
Payton heard the door snick quietly behind Lib. After lacing up her ankle boots, she stood and scanned her reflection in the dresser’s mirror. “Where’s the woman I was last night?”
Titles by Talyn Scott
Sarasota Sin Series
Upcoming: Club Saturday
The Sanibel Immortal Series:
Oycher Book 1
Upcoming Sage Book 2
Panther Crossing Series
Upcoming Panther Crossing Book 1
The Fanged Romance Ménage Novels in reading order:
Sanibel Heat
Sanibel Burn
Sanibel Sizzle
Sanibel Seduction
Sanibel Surrender
Sanibel Alpha
Sanibel Virgin
Upcoming Sanibel Fire Book 8
The Six Feet Under Novels in reading order:
Captiva Captive
Captiva Craving (Ménage)
Captiva Capitulation (Ménage)
Captiva Master (Ménage)
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