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Eva - Valentine's Edition

By: KillerRomance



Eva

Lily Rockmore

*

Oh, fuck! That hurt.

I looked into the enraged blue eyes of my lover, shooting wary glances at the perfectly manicured hand that was still partially raised in the air. My left cheek was sore where she'd hit me and I wondered absently if it would leave a bruise.

Monica's chest was heaving, the indecently large mass of her breasts pushing against the low neckline of her pink Chanel dress. She looked like the perfect Miss Barbie. It was just too bad that I'd cheated on her. I didn't make a habit of cheating, but it wasn't technically considered cheating if your partner cheated first, right?

"Thanks for that, Monica. I'd appreciate it if you'd leave now," I said, lifting a hand to my stinging cheek.

"Leave? You want me to leave?" she sputtered, her disbelieving eyes locking with mine. Monica had baby blues that glimmered beautifully when she cried. I'd fallen for the helplessness in those eyes once before.

"Yeah," I replied, leaning on the railing of the balcony and pulling my cigarette case out. "Tell Marie to buzz me when the five o'clock is in, would you?" It was an efficient dismissal. I turned away to light a cigarette, looking down at city traffic from the twenty-fifth floor of my office. I waited to hear the click of her heels as she walked away. Instead, a sudden, surprisingly strong hand clamped on my right shoulder turned me around and pushed me against the railing, holding me in place. The cigarette dangled precariously between my fingers. Monica pushed herself against me, making me back up until the black steel of the railing dug into my ass.

"Why'd you do it?" she hissed. The vulnerable maiden façade she liked to put up had faded, and now, she just looked like an angry bitch. "Why, Jessie?"

I looked away from her and sighed. Monica really loved making things difficult But at least I had a ready answer for her. "Payback's a bitch, honey."

I think she slapped me again, but I couldn't feel it. My cheek had gone numb. Through a haze of cigarette smoke, I saw a satin encased ass making its way into the office and disappear from sight. A distant click of the sliding door confirmed that she was gone.

Finally.

After several months of putting up with her brainless efforts at talking and mediocre sex, I was rid of her. It was almost enough to make me believe that there was, indeed, a god up there. Monica had been a good lover and all, but under all that make-up, she was just as dumb-ass stupid as they came. I never liked her, but she'd made a good bedmate and I'd dumped her when she'd worn on me. She wasn't any different from the rest of the women I'd dated.

I flicked the remains of the cig over the side of the building and made my way into the office. A quick glimpse in the mirror told me that Monica hadn't done any real damage to my cheek -- there wasn't a handprint or anything. Just a little redness was all. I rubbed at the spot soothingly before taking a seat behind the glass desk. A file was already open and the numbers and figures were a welcome distraction from reflective thoughts of the past ten minutes or so.

It was probably about ten minutes later when there was a buzz at the door. I growled, for I hated being distracted when I was in the middle of calculating something or the other. I'd never been someone who could switch back and forth between reality and work. Multi-tasking was for crazy people.

"What?" I snapped into the speaker that connected me to the person who was on the other side of the door. I knew it wasn't a client because Marie would have buzzed me first if anyone important wanted to see me. So it was probably one of those pesky attachment trainees sent by the other execs to get me to sign stuff.

I heard someone shuffling on the other side of the door and tapped my pen on the table, waiting impatiently.

Finally, after probably a whole of five seconds, someone spoke. "Uh, Ms. Carter? I have some files for you," came the feminine voice.

Without replying, I buzzed her in, returning my attention to the figures at hand.

In the back of my mind, I knew that someone was flitting about the office, placing files in the 'to be signed' folder and withdrawing the ones in the 'signed' folder. The girl made little noise, but it was still a distraction anyway, so I looked up instead of pretending to be able to concentrate.

Young, was the first thing that came to my mind.

Coffee-coloured skin and dark hair accentuated with dark red highlights. Her back was to me and that was all I could see. I watched her as she worked, taking in the simple black hipster slacks and white office blouse that she glamorized by pulling a tight vest over. She had thin black heels on her feet, but even the extra height couldn't cover the fact that she was somewhat short.

She turned from the file cabinet and caught me watching her. I saw her eyes widen a little before she clasped the black files to her chest.

"Uh, I'm sorry for disturbing. I was trying to make as little noise as possible," she said with a slight stutter and I found her child-like fear quite amusing. A small smile tugged at my lips.

"That's 'kay. You new here?"

"Yeah. I'm here with the attachment program at St. Michael's College."

Ah, yes. College girl. Mm-mm.

"What's your name?"

I noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned to reveal a bit of cleavage. Not too much, but just enough to intrigue. Definitely sexy, I thought. A small stud glinted on her nose, giving her an exotic look. A part of me wondered if she had other piercings.

"Eva, ma'am. Eva Smith-Johnson."

"Well, Eva," I said, returning her smile. "It's nice to have met you. How long is your attachment?"

"Two months, ma'am."

"That's nice. I hope you learn a thing or two at Violet."

"I hope so, too," she returned, then after a moment or two of awkward silence, said, "Uh, I should be getting these files to Mr. Therman. Sorry again for disrupting."

I gave her a reassuring smile and watched her generous rear with much interest as she made her away across the plush carpet and left the room.

Eva, I thought. I've always liked that name. And the sweetness of her smile contrasted interestingly with the boldness of her piercing. She seemed interesting indeed. I looked forward to bumping into her around the office.

*

I didn't see her throughout the week.

Planning for the company's Valentine soiree kept me busy in the evenings and the accounts shut me up in the office in the mornings. I still had a dozen more files to look through before the weekend ran by; the thought was almost enough to make me tear out what was left of my short-cropped blonde hair. I'd been driven crazy throughout the week with so many things to see to. Even whilst working more than 16 hours a day, I'd yet to submit the confirmed guest-list to the hotel the party was taking place at, and hadn't looked through the song list the deejay had sent me to look through. To top it all off, I hadn't even gotten myself a suit.

By Thursday, two days before the actual party on Valentine's eve, I knew I needed to visit my favorite shopping district or I'd just have to wear one of my old suits to the party -- a strict no-no for me.

So on Thursday night, I left the office earlier than I had over the past few weeks. The whole place was cold and eerily quiet without the air-con on -- we're one of the few companies in Boston to go green -- and people milling about. Marie, my PA, had checked out earlier and so had almost everyone else. However, knowing that he'd still be there, I said a quick good-bye to Quinn, a workaholic and co-exec, before stepping into the elevator and punching in the code to the employees-only parking lot.

The first thing I heard when I stepped out of the elevator made me pause.

"Work, you stupid bitch, work! Fuck!" The rowdy cussing was followed by sounds of thumps and thwacks on metal. Then it was quiet and I heard someone sigh loudly. "Come on, baby," the voice was pleading this time. "Don't do this to mummy. You're a good girl, aren't you?"

The key turned in the ignition, but the car didn't start up.

I followed the resultant string of blasphemies to the corner of the parking lot that was reserved for part-time workers. I knew it would be her even before I turned the corner.

Eva sat in a beat-up old Mustang, her head slightly beaded with sweat. She was wearing a buttercup-yellow dress that fit snugly around her almost-plump figure. Her hands tightly clutched the steering wheel, and as I watched, she leaned over and laid her head against the metal.

"Car trouble?" I called out, sauntering toward the flushed girl. Eva turned to look at me with her slightly surprised dark eyes, the nose-ring glinting beautifully in the dim light of the parking lot.

"I-uh-well, yes, Miss Carter." She got out of the car so that she stood in front of me, out of respect, I knew. This new position showed me just how short she was. Why, the top of her head didn't even reach my chin!

"Where do you live? I can give you a lift home." It was a generous offer on my part; I never usually offered to drive trainees home. But this one was different. She probably had C-cup boobs. Wouldn't you offer a ride, too?

"Maine Street. The one nearing Kensington Lane. But you don't have to, really. I can take the bus."

I was having none of that.

"It's eight at night, Eva. I'm not taking chances with you and that dress. Get your stuff. My Rover's over there." I signaled to the middle of the parking lot.

"Well, if you insist." She looked doubtful, but I'd already started walking. I heard her hastily grab her stuff and follow me. The sound of her heeled footsteps rang sharply in the empty space.

I pulled out of the building a minute later with a royal screech of tires, heading towards Maine Street. The girl sat silently beside me, her hands flitting nervously on her lap.

"So, what're you doing in St Mike's?" I asked, just to fill in the semi-awkward silence.

"Business Ad, second year. I can't wait to graduate," she said.

I snorted, reaching for the cigarettes that I usually store in the small compartment below the stereo.

"Can't wait to start work, can you? I remember being like that once. Funny how thoughts change."

"Philosophies of a thirty-year-old?" she questioned, and I shot her a look. So she's been asking about me. Interesting.

"Nah. Just some things you learn in life. Want one?" I passed the pack of cigarettes to her but she declined. I lowered the window and lighted a stick. Ahh, I thought on the first drag, the pleasures one can obtain from chemicals rolled in paper.   

"What were you doing in the office so late?" I asked when we stopped at a red light.

"Oh, that. I had some extra filing to do and I didn't want to come in early tomorrow, so I thought I'd finish it off today."

"Is the work-load OK for you guys? Nothing too heavy?"

"Nope. Truth to tell, I'm enjoying every minute of it. I've always wanted to work at VioletCo. It's so big and important that it makes me feel important, too."

I glanced over at Eva. Our eyes locked for a second; moss green to sinful black. In that one look, I could see all her hopes and dreams and a future that she had so readily planned out. It was just too bad that life had a way of fucking things up.

"It's just around the corner. Take a left here."

I pulled up in front of a row of flats, nothing too shabby but not too showy either. The low-rise houses were painted a brick-red and many of them had lights glowing from the inside.

"This is it. Thank you for the ride, Miss Carter," she said with a smile, slipping out of the car with the grace of a cat.

"Hey, wait," I called. She paused and turned back. "Are you coming for the party this Saturday? You're supposed to have gotten an invitation."

"Oh, yes. I am. All the trainees got one." She smiled.

"Great. See you then." I watched as she walked toward the row of flats. Her yellow dress caught the lamp light, making her look like toffee covered in cream custard, just ready to be eaten. I shook my head at the ridiculous image and raised my hand in lieu of a wave when she looked back at me.

I didn't leave until I was sure she had gotten into the lift.

*

She intrigued me.

 Why, I didn't know. But she kept intruding my thoughts at the most inappropriate times. Perhaps it was because of her kick-ass assets or sexy taste in clothes. Or maybe it was the innocent light in her eyes. Hell if I knew.

I had a dream about her the night that I'd dropped her off. A dream about her in a tub filled with bubbles. I could smell vanilla essence in the air and she crooked a finger at me, inviting me into her bower of warmth. In the dream, I'd been powerless to disobey her, moving closer and closer to her but never really reaching her. I remembered praying for the frothy bubbles to dissolve so that I'd have a glimpse of her, but it was in vain. I'd woken up feeling as horny and turned on as a teenager, a feeling I hadn't felt in years. Instinctively, I reached across the bed for the vibrator I kept charged in the bedside drawer, thinking to finish myself off. But I didn't have to.

I came, a second later, when my thighs clamped shut against each other, making my clit rub against my swollen lips. It was a quick orgasm, fast and over in a minute -- which was a good thing, for it was already nine in the morning.

I'd slept through my alarm clock and I was late for work.

Damn.

*

Saturday night arrived, much to my relief. I was so tired of checking to see if the food was there, the guests were there, the deco was right, and nothing was out of place. Usually, it would be Marie who saw to the details, but she'd asked me if I could help her out and I couldn't say no. I knew she had a lot going on at home.

Through the night, I smiled, nodded, waved and smiled again. Execs from Pioneer Industries, Terrance & Co. and JJ Inc. were there, mingling with the guests. There was usually tough competition between our companies to score contracts, and the animosity sometimes got out of hand in press statements, so to cool things off a little, VioletCo. usually sent invitations to other companies for formalities' sake. We couldn't afford to ruin the relationship we had with them.

As I worked the crowd with Amelia -- my best friend who was my date for the night -- on my arm, I couldn't help but keep a lookout for the girl I'd been thinking about on and off for the past week. There were very few women I'd felt attracted to enough to think about them when they weren't sitting in front of me. In fact, the last woman that had intrigued me this much was Tania, and that had been back in college. It had been over ten years since I'd felt this interested in someone, and that fact excited and scared me, especially since the person I was attracted to was so young.

She had probably been late for the party, because by the time I spotted her in the crowd, the party was well underway. She was speaking to Quinn near the VIP table, a glass of punch in her hand. The thin slivers of silver on her ears glinted under the dim lights of the entertainment room as she shook her head and laughed at something Quinn said.

A hand tightened on my arm, and I looked down to see Amelia staring up at me. I'd almost forgotten she was there. She was frowning.

"You became really tense all of a sudden. You ok, sweetie?"

I gave her a small smile. "Yeah, fine. I just remembered that I've to talk to Quinn about something. Uh, business stuff. Will you be all right on your own?"

"'Course," she said, waving off my concern. "I just saw Meghan Rivers walk through the doors, anyway. I've to invite her to the opening next week."

She patted my hand and walked away. Releasing a breath, I squared my shoulders and prepared to walk towards the duo, who looked like they were having a really great time. I'd just taken three steps in their direction when Violet, my boss, stepped in front of me with a wide smile. I returned her smile whilst cursing inwardly. It was going to be a long while before the woman would let me go.

*

"Hello."

Eva turned, the glass of punch cradled in her hand. It was about hour since Violet had caught me and kept me busy with business matters. It had been a torturous hour, with Violet speaking about business and me keeping a lookout for the girl in the sexy white dress. Eventually, Violet had spotted better prospects and left me in peace. I didn't lose a minute in walking directly over to Eva.

When Eva saw that it was me standing behind her, she smiled and said that the party was lovely.

I really didn't care if the party was lovely. She was lovely and that was all that mattered to me right then. The beautiful angel-like white dress that she wore had a slit up the side and ended at the knee. The paleness of the material contrasted so nicely with her skin that my mouth watered. She'd also done something with her eyes. They looked more prominent and beguiling. When she smiled, I noticed that there were two tiny dimples that marked the perfection of her skin.

"Ms. Carter?"

I realized that I'd inadvertently tuned out of our conversation. "Oh yes. Did you say something?"

"Yes, I did." She looked at me peculiarly. "Your suit is lovely."

I ran a hand down the front of the Armani suit. "Thanks. You look lovely, too. Although that's nothing out of the ordinary."

She lowered her eyes, and I swore that if she had a lighter skin tone, her blush would've been charmingly obvious.

"Thank you," she said, setting her glass down on the table behind her. "So, um, does the company have this party every year?"

"Yeah, it's a tradition thing. Apparently, Violet -- my boss -- and her late husband finally made their decision to start their company on Valentine's Day about thirty years ago. So it's like a founder's day anniversary celebration for us to do this big party every year."

"That's interesting," she commented, fiddling with the ends of her hair. "This is my first real corporate party, so it's really exciting."

"I'm sure it is. Hang on to the excitement while it lasts. A couple of years down the road, you'll be wondering what you're doing here when you could have had a nice romantic dinner with someone you don't see for ten hours a day."

I rolled my eyes and she laughed. "So, are you here with someone?"

She reached for one of the cubed sandwiches as the waiter passed by. "Well, no, actually. A few of us came as a group." As I watched, she pried the sandwich apart and frowned at the spread. "Do you have any idea what this is?"

I peered at it. "I think it's the horseradish." She wrinkled her nose and placed the uneaten sandwich on a plate behind her. Again, there was that charm about her. She was so openly honest, almost innocently so. I liked that.

"I wasn't that hungry anyway," she said with a shrug. I couldn't help but notice the way her dress moved when she lifted her shoulders. She wasn't even trying, but she was so sexy! What the hell was she doing to me?

"Mind if we take a walk?" I proposed, pointing to the gardens just outside the party hall. Her eyes widened a little and held mine for a few seconds. I could almost swear that the chocolate brown of her irises darkened a little.

"Yeah," she said after a pause. "I mean, no, I don't mind."

*

Being a butch has its ups and downs. I've had people give me 'the look' -- you know, the look which says 'you're gonna burn in hell, baby' -- and I've had pretty ladies asking for my number. But truthfully, my orientation hadn't been my choice to make. I'd never grown up around people who swing that way; it had been instinctive. The first girl I'd crushed on was back in junior high. Her name was Anne and we'd been math partners.

To suffice: it didn't turn out well.


Eva - Valentine's Edition



But I'd had some good relationships from high school until a week ago. I admit that most of them had just been to fill the void in my life. I'd never really wanted a serious relationship because I always figured work was so much more important.

But what was it about this girl that made me feel things that I hadn't felt since Anne? Yes, she was a sexy thing, but sexy hadn't been enough to affect me in the past ten years. Hell, if beauty stirred me, I'd have married Monica long ago.

Perhaps it was the way she was chattering now, nervous to be out with me in the murky darkness. Her fingers were clasped over the slight swell of her tummy and she was going on about the people she'd met at the party inside. I guess I couldn't blame her for being all fidgety and nervous. I would be, too, if I were out for a moonlit stroll with my boss.

"The dress makes you glow in the night," I cut into what she was saying. She looked up at me, her eyes mirroring delight.

"Thank you. I didn't know what to wear, really, since I hadn't been to one of these before. My friends thought I could never go wrong with this, though."

We walked in silence for a while more before we came across a wooden bench in front of a cluster of trees. I bade her to sit.

"Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the bench. Her profile was turned towards me.

"No, not at all," I replied, leaning back onto the bench and propping a foot over a knee. From my vantage point, I could see her smooth, curved shoulders topped with dusky skin. I felt something tighten inside me as I looked at her, so beautiful in the semi-darkness. It was almost like a longing, a yearning. I stifled it as best as I could as I waited for her question.

"Ok." She cleared her throat. "Um, why are you what you are?"

At my perplexed look, she quickly backtracked. "No, no, uh, I shouldn't have asked that. Sorry. Just forget I said anything." She got up. "I should go in."

"No, wait." I laid a hand on top of hers to stop her. Something sluiced through me at the tiny contact, but if she felt anything, it didn't show on her face. "What exactly do you want to know?"

She sat again, still well-prepared to flee if she must.

"I just wondered why you are what you are. You know, a lesbian. I've a few friends like that and they all have a reason to be. I was just wondering what made you one." She wasn't looking at me anymore. In fact, her eyes were fixed on her lap.

I chuckled, not being able to remember a time when someone had put a question like that to me. How was I supposed to answer that?

"Eva." She looked up momentarily and then looked away again.

"Yes, Ms. Carter?"

I leaned forward, my face just inches away from hers.

"You don't have to have a reason to be gay."

She turned and her shy eyes held mine. God, I really wanted her. The park was dark and there was no one around, so I decided to take the jump.

"People like to categorize things too much. With me, I just do what my heart tells me." Her cheek was soft when I feathered a kiss over it. She didn't move nor did she ask me to stop. I took courage from that. Her eyes still held mine, as though she was mesmerized. And if she was feeling half the sensation that I was, she had a right to be.

"So do what you feel like doing. I'm not going to judge you."

She was very still for a few seconds, then she turned her head toward me, slowly, and I saw it as the invitation that it was. Her plump lips yielded as I pressed a gentle kiss to them, giving her ample opportunity to squirm away if need be. She kept very still. I took the kiss deeper, pulling her towards me with a hand pressed to her nape and another stroking her cheek. She was pliant beneath me, accepting, but I felt her heartbeat quicken beneath my fingers.

I slid my lips over hers again and again, simply enjoying the feel of her softness. Hesitantly, I felt her hands steal up my sides and touch my shoulders. A smile curved my lips and I bit her bottom lip, watching her eyes widen in fascination. The innocence in them undid me and I tangled my fingers into her hair, darting my tongue to breach the barrier of her lips.

Her fingers on my shoulders began digging into the suit, her tongue shyly coming forward to meet mine. I made a humming sound deep in my throat when she entangled her tongue with mine, gently swirling it. Her taste was intoxicating; I couldn't get enough of her. Whenever she whimpered against my mouth, a sliver of lust would shoot through me. My body virtually vibrated with the sexual tension that was between us. I couldn't remember the last time that a simple kiss felt so good.

Unbidden, my fingers slipped to the top of her dress, kneading the exposed curves. She jerked in surprise and shock, then was still again, moving her lips under mine.

"Eva," I breathed when I pulled back, my fingers on the front zipper of her dress. Her lips looked slightly swollen from my kisses and she seemed a little dazed. I kissed her again, just because she was such a temptation.

As I lowered the first inch of the zipper, a distant tinkle of laughter cut into the swirl of sexual haze, making me realize where we were and what I was about to do. It wasn't self-depreciation that tore through me, but it was close. I sighed, pulling back a little and running the back of my knuckles over her cheek. I barely knew this girl and yet, she made me feel things I hadn't expected to feel in my life. With anyone else, I'd never have taken the chance of making out on a public bench. She made me forget all the rules.

"I'm sorry. We shouldn't do this. Not here, not now." I pulled away from her, but not before I caught the hurt in her eyes. She turned away to straighten her hair, averting her eyes.

"Ah, shit." I pulled her back to me and ravaged her lips until she trembled intoxicatingly in my arms. When we finally pulled apart to breathe, she rested her head against my shoulder. The scent of her surrounded me. Vanilla. I was a goner.

"You have to know that I could get fired for this. That's why I pulled away just now, not because of anything else." I felt her nod against my shoulder. "Would you, um, would you like to come over to my place tonight?"

She leaned away from me to stare into my eyes. Then she placed a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Yes, I would like that very much."

She pulled her hair into a bun and zipped her dress back up, her movements efficient and precise. I simply sat and watched her do up what I undid. Then she leaned over me and wiped her lipgloss off the corner of my lips with the pad of her thumb. The act was so intimate that it scared me for a moment. But the smile on her lips made me forget the twinge of fear.

As I watched her walk towards the function hall, I'd never been more eager for a party to end.

*

"It was very nice to see you after such a long time, Violet. You should visit the company more often. We could use your smile once or twice a week."

Violet Claiborne stood before me with her escort on her arm, ready to take her leave. She was always one of the final few that lingered in the hall over leftover cakes and sconces.

"Aww, Jessie, honey, aren't you the charmer. It was real lovely tonight. I heard you handled it all by yourself."

"Yes, I did," I smiled. "Marie had too much to do."

A large white limo rumbled around the corner. "Ah, there's your chauffeur now."

"Keep in touch, Jessie." Violet extended her hand and I raised it to my lips before bidding her a good night.

Finally, I thought, excitement thrumming through my veins as I watched the last few people leave the hall. It was late, after one in the morning, and it had been a fruitful night. I'd nearly finalized two contracts with Terrance & Co. that would give VioletCo. a head start on the summer advertisings. It felt good, knowing that the night hadn't been wasted on just socializing with people I saw almost everyday.

Where's Eva? I wondered ten minutes later when she hadn't showed up. I checked the ladies' room and the foyer but she wasn't there. I decided to wait in the hall for another twenty minutes before finally accepting that she'd probably left. The excitement in me died a quick, painful death.

It wasn't hard to understand why she'd left. If I were straight, I'd like some time to think about things before jumping into bed with a woman. It wasn't simple a simple decision to make -- almost a lifestyle choice. I couldn't fault her. Hell, I'd only fault myself for pressuring her. It was definitely too soon.

I lit a smoke as soon as I reached the underground parking lot. Something was tied up inside me and it made me uncomfortable. I'd looked forward to taking her home so badly but she'd left in the end, anyway. Funny thing was, I couldn't find it in my heart to blame her for leaving. Everything in me told me that it was my fault that she'd left.

I pulled out of the car park, feeling moody and disappointed. Grumpily, I played with the radio in the Rover as I waited for the cars to drive past so I could make a turn. As I fiddled with the buttons, I saw a shift of movement to my right and just as I looked up, Eva threw open the passenger door, dropped her heels and coat on the floor and flung herself at me.

I caught her just before she pressed my lips to hers, sliding her lips over and over mine with a hunger that intensified as she cradled her chest against mine. Her heartbeat fluttered beneath my palm as I guided her wrists over my shoulder. Her fingers glided over my nape and into my hair, massaging my scalp as she took our kiss impossibly deep. If there was a word to describe the intensity of desire that whorled between us, it would be primal. There was nothing that she held back from me, and I couldn't help but return the gesture.

Somehow or the other, she ended up on my seat, straddling me, whimpering as I moved my fingers over her skin. When my hands swept downwards to cup her ass, she pulled away breathlessly.

"I just wanted you to know that I was confused earlier tonight. I know that I'm not gay; I've never felt anything for a woman before. But with you, it's different." Her eyes held mine and they didn't once waver throughout her speech. I pulled her down for another kiss, but just as our lips met, she said, "I'm following my heart. And I'm sorry I tried to leave earlier."

A thick and heady emotion welled inside me and I pressed a tender, slow kiss to her lips. It was a long, wet and unashamedly sensual until all I could think about was home, bed, Eva -- in that order. God knows how long we spent feeling each other up at the exit of the car park, her hands as urgent as mine when they reached under clothes to tease. We only sprang apart when there was a blare of a horn behind us. For a few seconds, we simply looked at each other, taking in the need that was reflected in our eyes. Then she crawled off me and flopped onto the other seat. I shook myself, trying to dislodge the haze of her scent so I could drive in a straight line.

Slowly, with caution, I dislodged the brakes and pulled the Rover forward. There were no more cars on the road so I didn't have to worry about hitting anything in my post-intense-make-out phase. As I drove in the general direction of my place, I looked over at her. Her legs were curled up on the seat and she was watching me drive, an odd look on her face. When I raised a questioning eyebrow at her, she laughed and shook her head. I didn't know what to make of that.

*

The drive home was a blur. We didn't speak, merely bathed in the sizzling tension that was between us. Her phone vibrated once or twice but she switched it off irritably. It was the first time that I'd seen her irritated and I found even that abundantly sexy. I didn't think I'd ever found an irritated woman sexy before.

"This is it," I said as I pulled up in front of the two-story modern structure that was my house. It wasn't really lived in because I was rarely at home and ate out all the time, but it was comfortable and I'd bought it at a great price.

I took her hand and she followed me into the foyer. The air around us was tense and thick with want, as though we were both waiting for that inevitable moment where I'd reach for her, push her against the wall and fuck her breathless. But truth be told, I was feeling a little awkward, perhaps even hesitant because I knew I was Eva's first lesbian experience. I really didn't want to screw it up.

To buy myself some time, I took her coat and hung it in the closet. Then I stepped into the living room and switched the stereo on. One of Stevie Wonders' slow numbers penetrated the silence and diluted the tension a little bit.

She was surveying a row of photos when I stepped back into the foyer. Her back was to me and her head was tilted upwards. I moved behind her and slid my arms around her waist.

"Where's your family now?" she asked, pointing to a family photo that was taken about fifteen years ago. Those had been happy times.

"Well, as far as I know, my parents are still living in Boston and my sister got married two years ago."

Eva turned her head to look at me. "As far as you know?"

"Yeah. I haven't really spoken to my family since they disinherited me after high school."

Her eyes widened and I couldn't bear to see pity or sadness in her eyes. To distract her, I leaned down and nuzzled her throat then bit a fold of flesh between my teeth. She quivered.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did your parents disinherit you?"

"Because they couldn't accept who I was."

I started to sway gently with the music, and her body followed suit. Her eyes fluttered shut and her fingers clasped my arms where they wound around her waist.

"And then what did you do?" she whispered, as my lips traveled from her earlobe to her neck. I nibbled lightly on her shoulder and she elicited a silent gasp.

"I enlisted in the army for a couple of years with my best friend, went to college, and now I'm here."

"Mmm," she hummed, reaching up to caress my hair as I placed moist kisses on her shoulder. I could tell that we were getting past conversation.

She was so responsive. Just one kiss and she would tremble beneath my fingers. I'd never touched anyone as sensitive as she was. As my lips slid into her hair, my probing fingers found the front zipper to her dress. She moaned when my nails scraped across the curve of her breasts. I placed a kiss on her cheek and she turned in my arms, trying to fuse her lips with mine.

It was an aphrodisiac, having her near me, wanting me. I'd never felt such desire before and it was a little scary. My lips caught and clung to hers, and my fingers worked her dress loose.

It fell to the floor in a cloud of silk, but neither of us took notice. I was staring at the creamy bits of skin that I'd uncovered. Her breasts were perfection, encased in white silk as they were. God, my teeth ached to bite them. Her waist was small and her hips were well-rounded. Her tummy was slightly curved yet toned. But the most beautiful thing about her was the tiny stud she had on her belly button. That was the sexiest sight on earth.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, pushing her back so that she was pressed up against the wall. Her scent enfolded me as I placed a kiss in the V of her breasts. Her eyes remained locked with mine and she threaded her fingers through my hair.

I reached behind and unclasped her bra, watching the spill of her naked breasts before me.

She was so fucking beautiful that it was hard to look at her without feeling my breath catch and throat close up. Turgid dark nipples sat atop full, gorgeous breasts. As I watched, they seemed to harden quickly, the tips becoming longer and thicker. They just begged to be suckled. I slid a hand beneath one and lifted it to my lips.

The mewls she made fueled my desire to make her feel good. My teeth closed over a nipple and tugged gently. As I'd thought, she was sensitive enough to start bucking at that tiny contact. I heard her exhale loudly as my wet tongue flicked over the place I had bitten, then lave the expanse of her nipple over and over again. From my place on the floor, I could smell how wet she was and see the dark patch that was forming on her panties. I could also feel her fingers becoming fists in my hair. I looked up and her eyes were closed, pleasure evident in her features.

"Eva?"

"Hmm?"

"Look at me."

I wanted to witness her reaction as I slid my hand into her panties. God, she was so fucking wet. I watched as she bit down on her lip, making sexy, strangled noises. Her eyes looked black with want in the dim light.

"I can't wait to taste you," I whispered against the valley of her breasts where my head lay. Using my thumb, I rubbed her flowing juices in circles onto her clit. Her breathing changed in an instant, becoming hitchy and rapid. She moaned deep in her throat, her hips tilting to my hand.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted as I bit down on the flesh above her navel. The belly ring looked too good on her and I flicked my tongue across it too. All the while, my fingers continued to play with her pussy. She was so tight, her lips fitting around my fingers like she was made for me. Fuck, I needed to taste her.

I think I tore her panties; I can't really remember. But in a heartbeat, my mouth was on her, licking her, tasting her, fucking her, and it felt like heaven. She was smooth, swollen and beautiful that I had a hard time keeping from coming myself.   

I knew she was close. Her whimpers changed to little shaky cries and she began thrusting herself on my tongue, mumbling incoherent thoughts. I doubled the rhythm of my fingers inside her before pausing to take the pink bud of her clit between my teeth.

On the first suckle, she clenched around my fingers tightly, holding me inside her as she came. I could hear her sobbing as she rode my fingers, taking more and more from what I was giving her.

I slid another hand into my pants. Surprise, surprise -- I was already wet. I'd probably soaked through my panties. I found the hardness of my clit and roughly flicked over it. It took me only a few strokes before I came with a groan, laying my forehead against Eva's tummy as the short and intense waves of pleasure washed through me.

Then the room was silent except for our harsh breathing.

She slid down the wall and crumpled in front of me. Sweat beaded her forehead and gleamed between her breasts. I watched as a drop of it trailed over the curve of her breast, over her nipple and dripped onto her upraised thighs. Could someone become aroused ten seconds after they'd come?

The light in the foyer was dim and neither of us had the energy to make it upstairs to my room. I gathered her close, making sure that her head was cushioned against my arm before sliding a tux-clad leg over hers.

She opened her eyes, blinking against the tears that had pooled in the corner of them. There was satisfaction in her eyes. Nothing else could've pleased me more.

"I never thought..." she began, her voice hoarse. I laid a finger over her lips and kissed her cheek.

"Sleep, baby. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Then, amongst the battlefield of torn clothing and the musky tang of sex, we slept.

*

I awoke a little while later to a trembling world. It took me a moment to actually figure out that there wasn't an earthquake or an alien invasion or whatever, but it was merely Eva trembling from the draft in the room. It was cold because I'd forgotten to switch the central heating on.

"Eva?"

I tried shaking her awake, but she wouldn't budge. The sweet little thing just mumbled something unintelligible and turned over on the carpet. She looked so peaceful in sleep that I didn't have the heart to wake her after that. Instead, I lifted her -- unsteadily, I might add -- into my arms and carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom.




Eva - Valentine's Edition



I was out of breath by the time I laid her on the bed. 'Hell,' I thought to myself, 'couldn't I bench-press one fifty?' Yeah, a little voice in the back of my head replied. Two years ago.

Sighing, I went over to stand by the balcony which looked over the pool. It was a small pool, meant more for entertaining than actual exercise, and it had come with the house when I'd bought it a couple of years back. It was a particularly nice place to sit and think, and after changing into a pair of shorts and a black sweatshirt, I did just that.

Eva.

Innocent, sexy, irresistible Eva. She was unlike any other woman I'd ever known. Of course, one could argue that she was more girl than woman, but who was arguing? She was a good worker, from what I'd heard at the office, and she had a quick mind. Pretty smile, nice ass and gorgeous tits as well, I added to the list that I was making in my mind. She was everything that someone could come to... love.

I sniffed at the word. I'd given up on love a long time ago, when someone I thought loved me threw me out of the house with nothing but the clothes on my back. I'd grown up then, and learnt that life could fuck you real bad when you're least expecting it. And it would hurt all the more when it was your loved ones that did the hurting.

Besides, the women that had been in my life -- none of them were the 'loving' type. They were just the conveniently available kind of chics that I liked. As the saying goes, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?' Likewise, I saw no reason to become emotionally involved with anyone when I could have sex without the emotional part. Intimacy was just a teeny bit too deep for me. If I'd been to a psychiatrist, she'd probably have told me that I had an insecurity complex for love.

She'd have been right.

It's scary. Putting your heart out there for someone to chew up and spit into the bin like gum. It had happened to me once. Who's to say it wouldn't happen again? I didn't like to take risks in business. And I didn't like to take chances with my emotional status quo. That was that.

So why was I thinking about all of this at four in the morning?

Oh, right.

Eva.

Fuck!

*

"Go 'way," I mumbled into the pillow. "It's a fucking Sunday!"

"Ms. Carter, I made breakfast," came a hesitant voice from above me.

'Where have I heard that voice before?' I thought. Ah, yes. I'd just been dreaming about it.

I lifted my head from the pillow, slowly, to find Eva dressed in one of my shirts, standing over me. Her straight hair was combed back and tied into a knot; she also didn't have any makeup on.

I surprised her and myself when I pulled her down to the bed and straddled her, pinning her arms above her head.

"I told you to call me Jessie last night," I murmured against her lips before capturing them in mine. As good morning kisses went, ours was completely too hot to be in that category. It was when my fingers slipped under her shirt that she stopped me.

"I left the stove on," she confessed, her eyes not straying from my lips. She leant up and quickly pressed a kiss on them before squirming free to her feet.

"I made breakfast," she repeated.

"Oh, really?" My gaze flicked over her scantily clad frame. "I thought you said you were breakfast."

I knew something that cheesy would make her blush. When she averted her eyes shyly, my heart seemed to jump.

Could there be a better way to start the day?

*

"You liked it?"

I nodded, my mouth still half-full of porridge. Eva was the first person I knew who ate porridge for breakfast. When I asked her about it, she told me that her Nana used to make it for her in the country.

"Do you have anything on your schedule today?" I asked when I was done. Eva was seated across from me, cradling a mug of coffee. She'd watched me as I ate, and I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious at how I looked whilst spooning porridge down my throat. There was just a permanent air of sexuality about her that made me feel a little...awkward, maybe.

"No, not really. But I have an assignment to finish, though. We need to hand in a report on the attachment every week."

"Really? That's cool. As long as you're only writing about the work part," I teased.

She laughed and got up to dump her mug in the sink. Then, to my utmost disbelief, she started to wash the dirty dishes. I made to tell her not to, that Penny, the housekeeper, would come around tomorrow, but she threw me a look over her shoulder that made me forget how to string a sentence together. The worse thing was that when she lifted her hands to the sink, the shirt that she wore would hike up a little to expose more creamy, dark skin. I felt a strange kind of longing curl inside my stomach.   

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.

"Why?" I asked, moving up behind her. "Don't you know how sexy you look in my shirt? I could totally eat you."

To punctuate that, I twined my arms around her waist and bit the tip of her ear.

She shuddered.

"Sexy? You think I'm sexy?" She sounded shocked, but delightfully so.

"Don't play with me. You know you're sexy." I started nibbling my way down her neck.

"I'm fat."

That made me pause, then throw my head back and laugh.

"Baby, you're not fat. Hell no."

"But..."

"Shh. Trust me when I say that. I've never thought of you as fat before. You're beautiful, with all those curves. And I love the belly ring." I slid my hand under her shirt and noticed that she had stopped soaping the dishes. "When did you get it?"

"When I turned eighteen. It was something I'd wanted to do since forever. I'm glad you like it."

"I like you, baby."

"You make me tingle when you call me baby, Jess."

My mouth covered hers with a groan. She was all soft under me, so much in contrast to my hard body. Her eyelids fluttered shut as my lips rasped over hers again and again. My fingers traveled along the smooth expanse of skin under her shirt until they found the barrier of her panties. A husky laugh escaped me.

"So I didn't really tear it last night."

"No, you didn't." She turned and started rinsing her hands free of soapsuds. My hands were still on her hips, making circles on her hipbone when she turned around to face me, resting her damp hands on my sweatshirt.

"Jess... last night..." she stuttered.

"Was amazing," I finished and stole a kiss.

"No, no. I mean, yes, it was amazing, but..."

"But what?" By now, I was pushing her towards a counter.

"But, did you -- uh -- did you come?"

I lifted her onto an expanse of white marble and leaned in to nip at the delicious corner of her lip.

"Yes, I did."

I saw the relief in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry for passing out like that, without helping you to...uh..."

"That's all right. You can start making up for that right now." I wiggled my eyebrows at her. She giggled.

"Oh, and Jess, did you carry me up to the room last night?"

"Yeah." My fingers traveled around the waistline of her panties to come to rest on the curve of her ass. Slowly, so as to know she would feel it, I reached into her panties and drew a finger over one soft curve. True enough, she jerked against me.

"Was- wasn't I heavy?"

I looked into her eyes. Truth or lie? Truth or lie? Truth or lie? Lie.

"Of course not. Now, stop talking."

I slid my lips against hers again, hearing her soft sigh of pleasure. It was beautiful, this. The simple joining of lips. Her mouth was slick and hot, tasting just like coffee.

My fingers stole up her shirt to cup the bare smoothness of her breasts. She scooted forward so that she was straddling my hips, her ample breasts crushed against my much smaller ones. We moaned when we felt our nipples brush each other's and the electrifying feel of it ran through our bodies.

I released her mouth for a second, taking the time to pull the shirt over her head. Then my mouth was back on hers, searing, devouring, taking, and giving everything that I knew she wanted. My hands cradled each globe of her bountiful breasts, my thumbs swirling about the hard areolas for her pleasure. When my nails grazed the side of her breast, she jerked away from me in surprised pleasure.

I trailed kisses from the corner of her mouth to her collarbone, feeling her tense in arousal, waiting for my mouth to cover the sensitized tip of her breasts. Her fingers were tangled in the slight curls at the nape of my neck, pulling on the loose strands, as though she was begging me to suckle her.

"Jessie, hurry," she pleaded as my mouth remained on the dainty throb of her pulse, licking the spot where her heart beat faster just for me. It was an enthralling feeling to have a woman so beautiful moaning in your hands.

I slid down, trailing my hands across her sides as I did so. Then, leaning in, I began to nuzzle her breasts and the valley between them. I felt Eva shudder beneath me when my tongue lashed out to place a tiny lick on the corner of each breast.

Gradually, after I'd had my fill of nuzzling, my lips found the way to her nipples. They were rock hard, and seemed to be pouting for my attention. I grinned suddenly before taking one of the dark buds into my mouth.

She arched her back with a cry and I felt the power of satisfaction rush through me. My thumb and forefinger brushed across her other breast and she made a noise at the back of her throat that sounded like gurgling. I looked up at her, but her eyes were closed, her head thrown back. I could've sworn that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Baby?" Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at me. My mouth was still against her breast.

"Lie back."

She did, and I was greeted with the sight of her panty-clad pussy. Off came the obstruction and her smoothness was bared to my gaze. She looked so pretty, like a flower, all puffy and swollen from want.

"You're beautiful," I whispered before parting her legs with my fingers. I stroked down the length of her slit first, feeling her slick wetness coat my fingers. She moaned when I let the tip of my finger enter her and whimpered when I drew out. I repeated the process again and laughed when her inner muscles clamped tight around my finger.

Her clit was hard when I put my mouth to it, suckling it. Her scent surrounded me, surrounded us, in its muskiness as I sucked on her clit, drawing forth a symphony of pleasure. When I accompanied my sucking with a finger that thrust into her, she arched off the counter with a strangled cry. I could almost feel the pleasure building inside her, making her clamp harder and harder around my fingers.

Another finger joined in her pleasuring, pumping into her in a sensual rhythm that only both of us could move to. In and out, my fingers delved into her, creating a beautiful contrast between my tanned and her dark skin. It was a mesmerizing sight, which intensified the knot of need that had grown in me since I saw her this morning dressed only in my shirt.

I started pushing into her faster and faster until her fingers in my hair became painfully delightful and she arched into me, thrusting herself onto my hand.

"Come now, baby. Come for me," I murmured against her clit.

A hoarse cry emanated from low in her throat before her pussy muscles tightened around me like a vise, sucking me in. Her juices flooded onto my fingers, making me cry out as well. Her muscles contracted spasmodically as she rode out her orgasm.

It should have been enough, but I became greedy and nipped at her over-sensitive clit.

"Stop, Jess. I can't..." I heard her cry weakly, but I was far from listening to her. My fingers played in her pussy as my mouth worked on her clit. Before long, I had her coming apart around me again.

This time, I was satisfied and I leaned back against an adjoining counter to watch her recovery. Needless to say, I was completely aroused but I'd promised to let her do the honours of getting me off. So, I waited.

After what felt like eons to me -- but was actually a couple of minutes -- she opened her eyes and looked at me. There were tear-streaks on her face and I realized that she'd been crying again. Damn.

"Hey. You OK?" I asked when she made to get up. I slipped her off the counter and cradled her in my arms.

"I'm fine." She looked up at me with her big, innocent, dark eyes. "Jess..."

"Hmmm?"

"Why does it feel like my soul has merged with yours whenever we have sex?"

A bright, red light of warning flashed in my head. Warning: Complication Ahead. I chose to ignore it.

"I don't rightly now. Maybe you'll figure it out," I said and kissed her full on the mouth.

"Yeah. I guess I will." Her hands went around me and she hugged me to her tightly.

"Hey, I'm still waiting for my orgasm," I said after a while of silent contemplation. Eva looked up at me, a cheeky smile lighting her face.

"OK. I'll try my best, but you have to know that this is the first t-." The breath left her lungs as I scooped her up in my arms and made for the stairs, praying to whatever gods who were listening that I didn't drop her.

I didn't.

I laid her on the bed and followed her down, covering her body with mine. She giggled and spread her legs to accommodate me as I balanced myself on my forearms, looking down at her.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were slightly swollen. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with the aftermath of two orgasms and her nipples were still pebbled and hard.

"I love these," I murmured as I let a finger trail over one of her breasts. She shuddered under me and lifted a hand to stop my finger's exploration.

"Wait," she said. "It's your turn, now." With that, she pushed me over so that I landed on my back and rose to straddle me. I didn't know if I liked the devilish spark in her eye.

"Take your clothes off," she whispered in my ear, and my fingers instantly flew to the hem of my sweatshirt. She helped me lift it up and over my head, which left me only in my shorts.

The cool air in the room hit the bareness of my stomach and breasts, making goosebumps run down my skin. The distended buds of my nipples hardened instantly, and I watched Eva watch me in wonder.

I've always been a little self-conscious of my breasts. They were small and barely rounded enough to fill someone's hands. That was the reason that I usually kept my top on during sex; there was no reason to take it off anyway. I wasn't about to get any pleasure from baring my breasts to my partner -- or so I'd thought.

But the innocent sex bomb straddling me proved me wrong. She leaned over and flicked her tongue over one hard bud, making me gasp and let out a curse. I could practically feel her smiling against my skin as I did that. Her hands were on the bed, stabilizing her as she worked on my nipples. And with each lick, each tiny bite, I felt ecstasy running through my body.

My fingers found their way into Eva's dark hair, anchoring her head to my needy breasts. A moan tore from my throat and ended on a whimper as she toyed with one pink peak, swirling it around with her tongue. She kept up at it until I was writhing under her and my fingers in her hair must've been painful.

Slowly, as though one fast move would bring us out of our world of pleasure, she spread my thighs and slid hers between mine. I gasped when her knee nudged my pussy lips, grinding the sensitive folds against the worn cotton of my shorts. She took the cue from my reaction and did it again.

"God, Eva, I -." She cut me off with a kiss, her tongue entangling with mine, my fingers cupping her jaw. She moved against me, her whole body fluidly taking us into a dance as old as time.

I'd always been someone who takes her pleasure in silence, but this time, it felt as though the world was closing in around me. Bright lights flared behind my eyelids as Eva rode me, taking me to a wild place that I realized only she could.

I tore my mouth away from hers only when I couldn't hold back. A groan erupted from my throat as the hard knot within me snapped, bringing forth a surge of pleasure that was too raw, too beautiful for me to experience alone. My hands went around Eva's back and I clasped her to me, riding out the waves of satisfaction. It had never felt so good.

We were a tangle of legs and arms when I awoke later that afternoon. Eva was cushioned against my side, her breath warm on my neck. We were both nude -- with the exception of my shorts -- with not even a sheet to cover us, and I cracked a smile at the thought of how we must have looked right then.

Without trying to wake her, I turned around to look at the clock. The digital green numbers read 3:58 P.M. Crap, I thought. We'd lost half the day.

"Eva?" I whispered after a few minutes of just watching her sleep. I could've just watched her forever; with her hair in a mess and lips parted, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

"Eva?" I called again, louder this time. She rubbed her nose against my neck and settled more comfortably into sleep.

"Eva?" I rolled her over and patted her cheek. She was awake immediately.

"Ow, Jess! Why'd you hit me?" she said, babying her cheek.

"It was the only way to wake you," I replied, leaning over to place a kiss on her pouting lips. Christ, was she adorable.

"What time is it?" she asked as she smothered a yawn.

"About four."

"What? Oh god." I watched as her eyes grew wide and she scrambled out of bed.

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked as I got out of bed and looked for a shirt. I could still feel the stickiness of my come coating the shorts that I wore. I shuddered inwardly.

"I have an assignment to hand in and I haven't started working on it yet," she explained.

"There's no need to rush. If it helps, I'll write to whoever's in charge of the attachment and tell them that I kept you busy with work through the weekend." I came to stand behind where she was tying her hair up. She was like a magnet to me, always pulling me to her wherever she was. "Besides, I want you to spend the rest of the day with me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I want to take you out for dinner."

She turned to look at me with surprise and hesitant joy in her eyes. "But...that's not like you. Wait, what am I saying? I would love to go out with you." She got on her toes and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. She was smiling when she pulled away.

"What did you mean when you said it's not like me to take you to dinner?" I asked when she pulled away.

She looked sheepish. "Well, I asked about you at the office and they said you were like a female version of a player."

I had to chuckle at that. "They say that? Really? That's hilarious."

"Yes, they do. But you're so nice, Jess. I can't imagine you using anyone."

"Oh. Well." I shrugged, trying not to look guilty.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. "So where are you taking me for Valentine's dinner?"

Holy shit! I'd totally forgotten that it was V-day. And I'd just asked a girl out on a day meant for love. No wonder Eva was so surprised that I wanted to take her out. I was so surprised at myself for forgetting what day it was. OK, there was no going back now. I'd have to go through with it. Funny thing was, I wasn't panicking that I was taking a girl out on Valentine's. Surprised at myself, yes, but not panicked. It was weird. Usually, I didn't do special occasions on principle.

"Well," I said, running a hand down her arms. "There's this cute little restaurant I'd like to take you to. It's a Mexican place my friend's mother runs, and her cooking is just amazing."

"That sounds lovely."

I pulled her closer just to have her in my arms. I'd never craved bodily comfort or physical contact before, but being near her felt really, really good.

"I have to go home first, though. Feefy, my guinea pig, would be starving by now."

I smiled and kissed her forehead. "OK, I'll send you home and pick you up again later at around seven?"




Eva - Valentine's Edition



"Sound good."

"Oh, and Jess, can I borrow a shirt? Maybe a pair of shorts?" She looked up at me with those large, dark eyes.

"For you, my lady, I'd harvest the moon itself," I replied, plating a kiss on her lips. She laughed, untangling herself from my arms.

A moment later, she was dressed in a pair of black shorts and a baggy T-shirt. She looked more like a younger brother than a woman in my clothes. When she pulled me down for a kiss, I couldn't remember what in hell I was thinking about.

*

Dear Diary,



I've been having a wonderful time this week. I never thought I'd have fun at an office, but I've been proved wrong.



I met this wonderful woman; her name's Jessie. She's got to be the sexiest butch I've ever seen. And the funny thing is, she thinks I'M sexy. How weird is that?



I spent the night at her house yesterday. It was amazing, the way she's so good at going down on women. I was actually jealous thinking about how many women she'd practiced on before! Whenever I see her, something inside me tightens and I start blushing. She gives me this look sometimes, which seems to tell me, "You're mine, Eva," but I'm not too sure where our relationship stands. She is, after all, still my boss.



The closer I get to her, the more I'm afraid.



Do you think I should tell her, diary?



Evvie



*

It was an old neighborhood. The first time I saw it, I'd thought it had been torn out of quaint Mexican territory. Jay, my best friend, had spent most of her childhood here after Mama decided to leave Mexico and her husband. And after Jay moved out, Mama had turned the little two-storey house at the corner of the street into a restaurant.

I'd called Mama earlier to tell her that I'd be coming over with a friend. She seemed delighted to have us over and promised she'd reserve the balcony table for us.

We reached the restaurant a couple of minutes before seven thirty. Eva was dressed in light blue denim jeans with artistic splashes of paint and a silky pink blouse. I was pleased when she slid my hand in hers as we walked towards the restaurant. It felt right.

Mama answered the door herself, the brightest smile on her face. She was a large woman, but the years had been kind to her. Other than the laugh lines around her eyes, no wrinkle marred her skin. And there was no sign of white in her hair. I was beginning to think Mama was immortal.

Behind her, the restaurant was already full with people I was sure came in almost every week. I barely got in a word before she crushed me in a hug.

"Jessie, I haven't seen you in so long," she said, patting my back. "And who is your beautiful lady friend?"

My hand tightened on Eva's. "Mama, I'd like you to meet Eva. Eva, this is Mama Calida. She's Jay's mother."

Eva withdrew her hand from mine to extend it to Mama. As per usual, Mama shook it off and pulled Eva into a hug instead.

"Any friend of Jessie's is a friend of Mama's!" she said. Eva looked shocked at the unexpected hug, but pleasantly so.

"Thank you for having us over, Mama," Eva said when Mama pulled away.

"Ai, don't be crazy. Jessie's family. Family comes before business, no?"

"Yes, they do."

"Now, are you two hungry? Mama made traditional chimichanga."

Without waiting for our answer, Mama strode past the dining area and into the kitchen. Eva looked at me and laughed. "For a big woman, she's quite a dynamite."

"That, she is. You should've seen her back in the day. She used to do things you wouldn't believe."

"Well, I think I wouldn't put much past this woman."

And I think it was in that second that I realized I really liked Eva. I felt like I could watch her every second of the day and not be bored. I felt like I could never tire of her scent. I felt like I could be happy just because she seemed happy. It was a weird feeling, almost like a curtain of peace that fell over me. I didn't want to analyze it, so I kept it to myself and watched as Eva wowed over the interior of the little restaurant.

Mama led us to the balcony and set a bottle of wine on the table. She set the menu before us and told us she'd be back to take our orders in a few minutes.

Eva didn't look at the menu straight away. Instead, she got up from her chair and leaned over the balcony. The balcony was on the second floor of the restaurant and overlooked the park. Across the park was the church that my family used to attend when I was younger.

"This is so peaceful, don't you think, Jess? You can barely hear the traffic in the city, the moon's full, and the air smells like roses. What could be more perfect?"

"Nothing," I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her shoulders. "But you."

She leaned back against my chest and tilted her head up to look at me. "You are so sweet."

"I know," I teased, brushing a kiss against her lips. She smiled against my lips and turned in my arms. We started off with lazy, slow kissing. But it was seconds before I felt the sparks ignite again. Her fingers dug into my shoulders and I nearly raised her onto the balcony before realizing the iron bars were dangerously rickety.

"Aiyayaye!" Mama's voice had us stepping apart guiltily. "I cannot leave you two alone for two minutes. Tsk tsk tsk."

I held Eva's chair out for her and, flushing slightly, took my own seat. "Well, I'll have you know, Mama, that she's the one who tempted me."

Eva looked shocked at my words. "I did not! Jessie!"

Mama chuckled. "Well, no one can explain desire, my babies. It flows, like water. So it is no one's fault. Come now, let's take the orders."

"I'll have whatever you'll feed me, Mama. Eva?"

"Same here."

"Fantastic! I will be back soon with your food."

When Mama left, Eva said: "You are so bad!"

"What? Why?"

"For telling Mama that I seduced you!"

I gave her my best smile and wriggled my eyebrows. "What could I tell her but the truth?"

She threw a slice of French loaf at me. "I don't know if I should laugh or kick you for ruining my name."

"I'd rather you laugh," I replied honestly. "I'm not a big fan of kicks, especially after the army." I rubbed the ribs that I'd broken twelve years ago.

She shook her head at me. "So anyway, why'd you join the army, Jess?"

I shrugged. "Guess I didn't have much option at that point. I needed a job, money, and a place to stay. The army seemed like a good place to be. Plus, my best friend was enlisting as well. It seemed like a good solution to all my problems."

"Did you like it there?"

I had to think about that one. "Uh, well... It was OK. It taught me a few things, and I don't regret it."

I stopped to take a sip of my drink. "So tell me about you. What about your friends?"

She paused whilst buttering her bread. "Well, my best friend's name is Chloe. She and I grew up together, but right now, she's in New York studying Fashion. We email each other quite a bit, and she comes home for the holidays."

"She sounds nice."

"She is."

Eva took a bite of her bread. "So tell me about Jay. You guys seem really close."

"We've been friends for over twenty years now. There's probably nothing in my life she doesn't know of. And vice versa."

"Nothing? So she knows about me?"

That made me think. Jay didn't, in fact, know about Eva. Which wasn't really a surprise, since I'd only had a day out with her. But I could've told Jay about her when I'd first started thinking about Eva. But I hadn't. Why hadn't I?

"No, she doesn't, actually. But I'll introduce the both of you next week."

"What's next week?"

"Oh, yes. I've been meaning to ask you. Another friend of mine, Amelia, is opening her club next weekend. Are you free Saturday night?"

Eva's smile was so bright that it made me smile, too. "Yes, I'm free."

"Ah, at least this time Mama didn't need to pull you apart!" Mama commented as she carried our dinner in. The scent of thick, beef stew permeated the air, and reminded me of days when Mama would call us in for a quick bite while we were playing basketball down the street.

I turned my attention to Eva, and watched like a third party and she joked with Mama. Her smile was so infectious and I loved the way her eyes held a gorgeous twinkle. Then her hand covered mine on the table, and I couldn't find the urge to pull away.

*

I was called to the HQ in San Francisco the very next day. It was an urgent meeting that called for the attention of the execs from branches all over the world. I'd spent four days cooped up in a hotel suite which I'd shared with Quinn, attending meetings that lasted the whole fucking day, and then nights, which I'd spent thinking about Eva. No one else seemed to matter when I thought about her. I'd even found myself tuning out of meetings to think about the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she moaned when she came apart on my fingers. She invaded my dreams and haunted my every waking moment. I didn't know what to attribute my fixation of her to, so I just told myself not to think about that part of our relationship.

I'd gotten back to the office early Friday evening and didn't so much as think about the consequences of hauling a very surprised Eva in my arms and kissing her silly in front of the other employees. She was like a fever in the blood and I couldn't seem to keep myself from kissing her as soon as I saw her. When I pulled back, she went all soft and feminine on me and sagged against my chest. The horrible thing was that she couldn't come home with me that night for she'd promised her friends a girls' night out. Damn if I hadn't been slightly irritated by that.

She, however, had promised to come home with me tonight, after the club's opening. That delicious thought alone fueled me as I spurred the large, sleek Harley to life, slinging the spare helmet over my shoulder. It was dark, nearly eight, when I left my house on the way to pick Eva up.

Under the leather jacket, I wore a dark brown designer dress shirt with low-slung jeans. The effect was a grunge look that was accentuated by the black Nike sneakers that I adored. I hoped it was good enough for Amelia's club, for I hadn't asked her about the dress code at all.

The Harley came to a rumbling stop in front of Eva's flat two minutes after eight. I waited there with the engine running, waiting for a dark-skinned nymph to exit the lift.

About five minutes later, I heard the telltale click of heels on concrete. I looked up to find Eva, about thirty feet away from me, looking around in the dark. I realized that I probably was camouflaged in the darkness, so I let out a low wolf's whistle.

I saw her frame turn towards me and start down the pavement. When she was a few feet away from me, I noticed the outfit that she was wearing. It nearly made me swallow my tongue.

A short, red skirt that showed off creamy, dark legs was coupled with a black tube top. It was all I could do to keep from backing her up against the wall and taking her right there. Instead, I took of my helmet and said, "Hey there, little lady. How much for an hour?"

She gasped and came forward to take a swat at my arm, but I caught her around the waist instead and planted a kiss on her lips. I vaguely wondered how long it had been since we were together. It had only been a week, but hell, it felt like years. God, how I missed her.

"Hey," I said when I finally managed to tear my mouth away from hers.

Dazed, she went, "Hey," although she was still clutching my arm for balance.

I held out a helmet to her and asked her to put it on. She did and then climbed onto the Harley behind me. I could feel her knees clasping my waist and her arms around my neck. Christ, her softness felt so good.

"You ready to go?"

I felt her nod against my back, and then, we were off.

*

We could hear the noise from the club from a block away. I slowed the Harley when we neared the parking lot and slid into a lot that I knew was reserved for me. Behind me, Eva leaned back and I could feel the loss of the comfort of her body through the layers of my clothes.

"I've got something for you," I said when I'd put away the helmets. I reached into one of the back pockets and withdrew a small pouch.

"Really?" Her eyes glinted with pleasure in the lamplight. "What is it?"

"Turn around. I'll put it on for you."

She turned around -- flounced, actually -- and I slipped the sliver of gold around her neck. It was just a simple gift I'd picked up from one of those jewelry shops I passed by in the lobby of the hotel that I'd stayed in. The golden pendant had been on display and I couldn't resist going into the store and checking it out. I couldn't resist buying it either.

Eva's hand rose to the chain as I put it around her neck and she waited till I was done to turn around and hug me.

"Why, Jess?"

Her voice was a little off, as though she was on the verge of tears. Blinking in surprise, I tilted her chin up so that I could see the emotion in her eyes. True enough, there were tears brimming in those dark orbs. Never in my twelve years of dating women had one ever cried when I gave her jewelry. Her reaction was so different from everyone else's... and honest.

"Do I have to have a reason to buy my girlfriend a gift?" I asked her softly, leaning to place a kiss on her forehead.

"No one has ever given me jewelry before. I just... Thank you," she said after a moment's pause.

"You're welcome. Now, stop crying. We've got a club to go to."

*

"Why, Amelia, what a surprise!"

I winced at the sound of Monica's high-pitched voice floating across the room. Unconsciously, my hold on Eva's waist tightened.

"I didn't know you were inviting Jessie, Amelia, honey."

"Well, it was a last-minute thing, Monica," Amelia said smoothly, masking the irritation that was reflected in her eyes.

"Aww, hell. I would've dressed better if I'd known Jessie was coming," Monica said suggestively as she slithered up next to me. "So, Jess, who's your new friend?"

'The woman had obviously forgotten that I'd dumped her,' I thought wryly.

"Eva, this is Monica. Monica, Eva," I said curtly. Monica didn't seem to get the hint.

"Eva, is it? How sweet." She gasped. "That necklace is lovely! I can tell Jessie's taste when I see it," she said, reaching out to trace the necklace with her fingertips.

Eva leaned away from her. For the first time, I noticed that Eva was standing rather stiffly against me. She was uncannily quiet as well. I gave her waist a quick squeeze of reassurance.

"Oh well. Don't have to be so huffy about it. It's just a necklace!"

I wondered what sort of drug Monica was on.

"Ah, there's Peter Tensely. I'd better say hi. See you and your friend around, Jess." She ran her nails suggestively down my arm before she walked off. I suppressed a shudder of disgust.

"Well, that was awkward," Amelia said after a few moments.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Your Eva looks a little scared."

"Eva, baby, you all right?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm fine. She's a little scary, isn't she?" Eva inched closer to me. I wrapped a hand around her shoulders and placed a kiss on her head.

"Don't worry about her. She's just a little miffed that I dumped her before she could dump me. Hey, you wanna dance?" I asked when the music turned to something sensual.

"OK." She smiled up at me.

"Am, we'll talk later, all right?" I called as I pulled Eva onto the dance floor.

I saw her nod then call to the bartender, "A scotch on the rocks, please."

I smiled as I cuddled Eva into my arms, her head resting against my chest. She still seemed a little tense, nervous perhaps, and I wondered why. I used a finger to tilt her chin up.

"You're tense, baby," I whispered, swaying with her to the music.

"I know. It's just...what's that woman's last name?"

"Who? Monica's?"

She nodded.

"Carlisle. Monica Carlisle. Why ask?" I noted that her eyes grew wide when I said her name.

"No, nothing, really. I've just noticed her on the tabloids is all." I just nodded as though I understood, though I didn't really think that seeing someone from the tabloids in real life would be...shocking.

"Let's forget Monica. I never really liked her anyway." Eva smiled, then bit her lip.

"Eva?" I said after a few moments of just moving to the music.

"Hmm?"

"Kiss me."

Saucer-like eyes met my cheeky ones.

"Here? Now?"

"Yeah. Here. Now."

She hesitated for a moment before leaning up onto her toes. Her nails dug into my shoulders for balance as she reared up and kissed me. It was slow and sweet, her lips deliciously dominant over mine. She kissed me the way I'd unintentionally taught her to, the way I liked it. Her lips swirled over mine, occasionally nipping and licking. A sliver of need rose within me.

"You guys are making a scene," someone hissed in my ear. I set Eva back to see Amelia smiling to those who were staring at Eva and I, trying to detract them from what we were doing. I smiled at her guiltily.

"Sorry, Am. Couldn't help it."

"Do you guys want a room? We have some upstairs," she said tactfully. I just glared at her.

"No, that's OK. I just have to say hi to a few people. Then I'm taking this little one home."

Eva smiled at that and said something non-committal to Amelia. Then, with Eva at my side, I made one round around the club, saying hi to people I knew and being introduced to people I didn't know. It was tedious, but necessary for the company's name, even though I was on a personal escapade.

"Jess!" I'd been looking forward to hearing that voice all night! I turned just in time to see Jay and her companion coming forward to greet us. Judging from the direction they'd come from, they probably just arrived at the club.

"Jay, hey! Where've you been hiding?" I asked, enveloping my best friend into a hug.

"I was going to ask you the same thing. Hey, I'd like you to meet Dee. Dee, this is my best friend, Jess."

A willowy, caramel-skinned girl extended her hand and I shook it. She was pretty, with almond-shaped eyes and fashionable short hair. Jay's type.

"And I'd like you to meet Eva," I said, introducing the girl by my side. Eva smiled politely and said hello but I could still feel like something was bothering her.

"We were just about to leave, actually. Jay, I'm seeing you this Friday for coffee, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

"I'll talk to you then. It was very nice meeting you, Dee."

"Likewise."

Then finally, finally, I was able to drag Eva out the door with a wave and a kiss for Amelia. It was when we stumbled out the crowded doorway that I realized that Eva was drunk. I shouldn't have handed her the Screwdriver while I was talking to the execs from Herring. Damn. But I was quite surprised at how well she'd handled it through the conversation with all the people we'd met.

"Jess, you're taking me home now, aren't you?" The words were slurred and murmured against my arm. It suddenly hit me that Eva was twenty, and she wasn't even old enough to take alcohol. Double damn.

"Yes, I am. Then we'll just tuck you in so you can sleep."

"Sleep? But I don't wanna sleep," she protested, pouting. "I don't wanna sleep. I want you, Jessie. Take me home and make love to me." Her eyes pleaded with me. "Please."

"OK. We'll do that. Now, sit tight," I said as I positioned her in front of me on the Harley. It was an illegal position, but I couldn't take the risk of her passing out on the back seat and slipping to the ground.

Like I thought, she was asleep by the time I pulled up in front of my place. I parked the Harley and carried her up the front steps and into the house. Her precious weight in my arms felt so good that I was reluctant to put her down on the bed. But my arms protested and I had no choice.




Eva - Valentine's Edition



'Eva. My drunk little Eva,' I thought as I slipped off her heels and put them away with my shoes. Off came her clothes next and I hung them in the closet with my jeans and shirt. I crawled into the bed next to her in my underwear, cuddling her soft warmth against my harder body. She sighed and smiled in her sleep, making me smile as well. All the expectations that I had for the night were crushed and I didn't feel disappointment at all. Why feel disappointed when I had tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, and...

With that thought buzzing around in my head, I drifted to sleep.

*

It was early the next morning when I heard the sounds of the invasion of evil Martians. After a moment or so of contemplating crawling out of bed to shoo them away, I realized that the sounds were just coming from my phone. I reluctantly separated myself from the still-sleeping drunken woman and picked up the apparition from hell.

"What?" I snapped.

"Jessica? This is Quinn, from the office. We have a problem."

"What is it, Quinn? It's seven o'clock on a fucking Sunday morning."

"It's important, Jessica." He paused. "Can you come to the office?"

*

"What is it that's so important, Quinn?" I growled as I strode into Quinn's office half an hour later. I'd left a peacefully sleeping Eva at home and couldn't wait to get back to her. I was already missing her by my side.

"Have a seat, Jessica. I tried calling Ryan, but he's still out of town. Have you any idea when he'll be back?" Quinn adjusted the rimmed glasses on his nose and shuffled papers on his desk.

"He said he'll be back by next week. What's the matter? For fuck's sake, Quinn, it's a Sunday morning!"

"There's no need to be vulgar, Jessica." Jeez, he sounded like my dad. "Have you seen the JJ Inc. campaign by any chance?" He sat back in his seat.

"Well, no. I haven't. Could you get straight to the point? I have important matters to attend to back home."

"I can just imagine what that would be," he said wryly before turning the papers on his desk around to face me.

At first, nothing caught my eye. It was the campaign that our company was endorsing for the festive season. Everything was right, the tree that looked like Santa Claus, the bells, the reindeer, the 'Jingle me Green' slogan...

"What the f-." I recognized the company's symbol immediately. It wasn't ours.

"Exactly."

"But, this is ours, Quinn. It's our idea and all sixteen branches of the company are using this slogan, this picture! How could they have the exact same thing? How did they know?"

"Well," Quinn said, picking out another slip of paper from the stack. "These are the possible ways."

I read through them, then looked up at him again.

"You think there's a spy in our company?"

"It's possible, what with all the trainees from St. Michaels coming and going. Also, we've kept it within closed doors, so there's no way others could have had the exact same idea. And JJ Inc. has only released it here, in Boston. It was released exactly at midnight last night. I tried to call you, but you weren't picking up your cell, so I notified the other branches. The Singapore and Japan branches released the campaign two days ago, which gives us evidence that the campaign is ours. I've received orders from HQ to look into filing a court case against JJ."

I digested all that information, nodding as I understood.

"So, you need me to handle the legal procedure?"

Quinn nodded.

"All right, then. And you'll figure out how the info got out in the first place?"

He nodded again, and then both of us heaved a sigh together. I couldn't help it, I smiled.

"What're you doing here on a Sunday, anyway?" I asked as I got up to leave.

"Well, I came here to work out this new problem, but I guess I'll continue with the Tennessee project now." He smiled a little sheepishly. I just shook my head.

"You know what you need, Quinn?" I said as I made my way to the door.

"What, Jess?" It was the first time I'd ever heard him call me Jess.

"You need a woman. A good, sturdy woman who'll fuck you silly on Sunday mornings so that you won't bug other people on public holidays. You're quite good-looking; why don't you find one?"

Quinn turned beet red.

"None of your business, Jess." He turned back to the computer.

I bet he heard my laughter, even through the thick glass door.

*

I rolled the window of the Rover down and put a lit cigarette to my lips. It had been nearly an hour and a half since I'd left Eva at home. I wondered if she was awake already, then realized that it was only nine in the morning. 'Even the early birds wouldn't wake up at this hour,' I thought to myself.

But the streets were already crowded with people and those little street-markets were brimming with bargaining mothers. I slowed down as I passed a flower shop on a corner, and then parked beside it. Without thinking, I got out and asked for twelve red roses. It wasn't until I caught myself smiling like an idiot at the thought of giving them to Eva that I realized something. I cared for Eva. I cared for her very, very much. And the reason that I kept wanting to give stuff to her was because... I didn't want to lose her. Just the thought of it made me feel sick. God, what was happening to me?

'You're in love, honey,' the pesky voice at the back of my head crooned. I stilled in the middle of paying the old lady, the money limp in my fingers. Love? Impossible, I thought. It couldn't be. I'd promised myself that I'd never go there again. Never again. So...why now?

'Because she's special,' came the voice again and I felt like throttling it.

"Thank you," I said to the old lady and made my way to the coffee shop I'd seen a block away. Perhaps a strong dose of caffeine would make me reassess my life. I just couldn't accept it. For nine years, I'd guarded my heart, never letting anyone near it. I chose the stupidest and most ditsy of women so that there was no need for emotion during sex. But all that changed once I laid eyes on Eva.

"Mocha-Latte with a double dose of cream, please," I said to the largely pregnant woman behind the counter. She looked at me, the roses, and nodded.

I watched her waddle about and make the coffee. She was a beautiful thing, with golden-brown hair and gentle eyes. She had a very feminine way about her, too.

'But she's not as pretty as Eva.'

I growled in my throat and the woman looked over at me quizzically.

"Hey," I said after a while.

She looked up at me.

"If someone whom you've known only for a couple of weeks starts haunting your every waking minute, makes you do stupid things and makes you smile to yourself, do you suppose you're in love with that person?"

She finished topping the plastic container off with cream.

"Well," she said, patting her enlarged tummy. "I wouldn't have supposed, honey, I would've known. Does she make your breath catch when she smiles? Do you feel like killing someone if you think about her in the arms of another?"

I thought for a moment, then nodded.

"You have your answer," she said.

"Thanks." I handed her a ten-dollar bill. "Keep the change."

"She's lucky," the woman said. "Whoever she is, she's lucky to have you."

Damn if I felt a blush creeping into my cheeks.

*

"Jess, is that you?" I heard Eva call out when I entered the house.

"Yeah. It's me," I said as I carried the bouquet of roses into the hall. Eva was seated on the couch, the morning paper spread out in front of her. She was wearing my shirt.

"You have to see this! Come here... My god, is that for me?" she squeaked when she saw the roses in my hands.

"Well, yeah. I thought you might like them." I'd never given anyone flowers before and I felt a little awkward. Should I go forward and give them to her or wait for her to come to me? She made the decision and got up from the couch, coming to stand in front of me. She reached out to finger one downy petal of a rose.

"They're beautiful." She looked up at me, her eyes bright.

"No," I said. "You're beautiful." I saw tears glimmer on her eyelashes and quickly covered her mouth with mine, telling her without words that I couldn't bear to see her cry.

The roses probably fell to the floor when our lips touched, but I'm not too sure. It could have been anywhere between then and when I got her on the carpet naked and begging. It had been a week since we'd been together and I could feel the need for frantic sex in the air, making me impatient to bring her to an orgasm.

Her lips yielded under mine as I kissed her thoroughly, roughly, my tongue mating with hers in a fiery dance. I don't know if it was the newfound love in me, but I felt our usually soft loving turn into a fierce one, with grunts and groans of pleasure.

My mouth wasn't gentle on her breast when I bit down, then suckled on each globe. Her belly ring glinted in the warm morning light and I used my fingers to pull at it, making her gasp in surprised pain and pleasure. My fingers and mouth continued to work on her breasts while my other hand slipped to her pussy.

She whimpered when I pushed myself into her, feeling her tightness clench around me. She felt so good inside, like satin or silk. Her juices lubricated my every thrust, until with every movement, she was gasping for air. Her eyes were tightly closed, concentrating on the pleasure rising in her body. I saw her belly quiver when I curled my finger inside her, trying to find her G-spot.

I knew I was wet, so wet that my jeans were probably soaked through. But I didn't seem to care about my own pleasure when I had her beneath me, trembling so sweetly. I pushed into her harder and heard her let out a small scream of pleasure. Her thighs clamped down on my hand as I put my lips to hers to capture the sound of her release.

She poured into my hand like honey, making me groan against her lips.

"That's it, baby," I whispered as her breathing started to settle. I pulled out of her and licked my fingers, tasting her -- a taste that was almost as familiar to me now as my own. I kissed her again, letting her taste herself and she responded weakly. I lay down beside her on the carpet, cradling her pliant body against mine.

With tender fingers, I brushed the damp hair back from her face. My body was throbbing with need but I could take care of it later.

"Eva, are you all right?" I asked a moment later, when I saw a tear drop slip from between her lashes. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Yeah. I'm fine," she sniffled. "You just make me feel so good, Jess. Do you mind if I...you know..." Her fingers trailed down my torso tentatively. I leaned back against the carpet to give her fuller access.

She slipped her hands under my shirt, pulling the hem up to expose my black sports bra. Then, she ducked and lightly bit me below my breastbone, making me gasp and look down at her. She was smiling rather impishly.

"You have to help me get this off," she said, pointing to the bra. When I did as I was told, her hands settled on my shoulders and she pushed me firmly down onto the carpet. She stared at my breasts for a good long while, before meeting my eyes again.

"I like your breasts," she said shyly.

"They're tiny, Eva," I replied.

"No, they're not. They're just right."

She kissed her way down from my neck to my breasts pausing only to flick occasional licks across my heated skin. Her naked breasts grazed my exposed torso when she leaned down and I groaned when she settled her mouth over one of my nipples.

Her mouth was slick, hot and wet when she laved at my breasts and I felt the familiar heat scorch my lower abdomen. She kissed my breast after each suckle, making me feel a little cherished. And when she bit the sensitive skin on the underside of my breast, I arched my back and groaned with pleasure.

Her lips traced a wet path over my belly, down to the waistband of my jeans. Her nimble fingers flicked the button open as she placed a chaste kiss on my hipbone. Then, my jeans and undies were out of the way, leaving me totally bare to her gaze. She stared at me avidly for a moment, taking in my engorged lips and pink slickness. I gave her time to get used to me, knowing that this was her first time ever looking at a pussy.

Slowly, I felt her hand stroke the soft skin around my clit. The pleasure of it sent goosebumps down my body. I had to fight from closing my thighs around her as she inquisitively ran a fingernail down my slit, making me shiver. She placed her thumb on my clit, lightly massaging the tight pleasure pack until I was writhing on the carpet, eyes closed, body waiting to surrender.

She stroked me once, twice, three times and I could see heaven behind my eyelids. And when she put her mouth on me, sticking her tongue into me, I felt the tight knot in me shatter, bringing forth a gush of juices. I was saying something, but everything was beyond comprehension -- everything except for the pleasure between my legs and pulsing through my body.

Eva was hovering over my face as I came down from my orgasmic high. She stared into my face, and the chain that I'd given her dangled below her. She smiled when I opened my eyes.

"Was that OK?" she asked.

I pulled her down for a kiss, rolling her beneath me.

"That was more than OK, baby. That was fucking fantastic!" She giggled and then became serious. I felt the shift of emotions in her and leaned back so that we both lay on our sides.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Jess, just now, when you came, you said something..." she started, then stopped to look at me.

"Oh. What did I say?"

"You said you loved me."

I stared into her doe-like eyes, feeling a rush of warmth surrounding my heart. Yes, I did love her.

"I do love you, baby," I said after a while. Her eyes filled with tears. God, would she cry about everything?

"Now, is that so bad?" I asked when she buried her face against my neck.

"No, no, Jess. It's not like that. It's just, god, I love you, too. At first, I thought it was just an infatuation. You were my boss and all tall and gorgeous. I just thought that any woman would like you and naturally, I liked you, too. But last night, when I was dancing with you, I realized that what I felt for you went beyond liking. I think, no, I know I love you, Jess."

I tilted her head up to meet mine.

"Eva?"

"Hmm?"

"You cry for the silliest things." She laughed through her tears. "God, how I love that about you."

She smiled as I kissed her, sealing my vow of love to her.

"You're gonna have to move in with me, you know. I don't feel safe with you living in that flat of yours. I'll help you bring your stuff here later. Is that all right with you?"

"Yeah, it's all right. But are you sure about it? Do you really want me to move in with you?"

"Of course. Now, get dressed." I swatted her chubby behind. "You're tempting me with that ass of yours."

"Oh, really?"

I had to love the devil in her eyes.

*

Dear Diary,



I'm moving in with Jess. She told me she loved me today and practically bullied me into moving in with her. Well, I really don't mind being bullied by her, since it always leads to something, er, nice.



But diary, I don't think I can keep it a secret anymore. The whole thing hurts when I think about it. If I don't tell her soon, I have a feeling that it'll affect our relationship. I'll tell her as soon as possible. Then maybe I'll go to Uncle Bryan and tell him that I won't do it; I just can't.



Yes, that's what I'll do.



I just hope that I've the courage to do it.



Evvie.

*

"'Afternoon, Marie. Any messages for me?" I asked as I passed my secretary the following Wednesday, after lunch. Eva had been missing for the whole day. I hadn't seen her since this morning, when we'd left home together.

"Yes, there was one from Ryan. And then there're two from Monica." She laughed at the face I made. "I've put them on your desk."

"Thanks. What would I do without you," I called as I made my way to the office. I was surprised to find the in-office phone ringing.

"Jessica Carter," I said when I picked up.

"Jessica, this is Quinn. I need you to come to my office for a minute. It's about the campaign issue."

"Sure. I'll be there in a sec." I grabbed the documents that I'd filed against JJ Inc and moved to the office a corridor away from mine.

"I've got the doc -." I stopped short when I saw Eva in the room and two security guards in the corner. It took my mind only two seconds to put everything together, but my heart wouldn't accept it. It couldn't. I stared at a wide-eyed Eva as I stood in the doorway, heart thumping heavily in my chest.

"Quinn, why is she here?" I asked. My voice sounded hoarse.

"Come take a look at these, Jess."

My legs felt like lead when I started across the room. This couldn't be happening. I refused to accept it.

On Quinn's table were pictures, large, blown-up pictures from surveillance cameras. Pictures of Eva in the reception area of JJ Inc.

"No," I whispered, mostly to myself. No, I won't believe it.

"I don't believe this," I said firmly.

Quinn shook his head and handed me a cell phone. I recognized it immediately. It was Eva's.

"Check the messages."

I flipped through the inbox, vaguely realizing that my hands were trembling.

'Hurry up. We need the information before Saturday.'

'Eva, we need the info now.'

'Just read through her files!'

I'd had enough. I leaned back in the chair, totally numb.

"Jessie?" I didn't turn around. I knew it was her.

"Jessie, please. You can't believe this!" I didn't say a word.

"Of course she can," Quinn cut in smoothly. "There is sufficient evidence to prove that you're the one who's been leaking information to JJ Inc. The police are over at the company now. We'll know the truth sooner or later."

"But it's not the truth! It's true that I applied for an attachment here to find out about the Christmas campaign, but I swear, I never said anything to anyone. I didn't even manage to find out about the campaign. The only thing I found out about was the contract you were talking about the other day! Jess, you have to believe me! God, I love you!" Her words cut into my heart. Fuck, I was hurting.

Quinn's cell phone rang. He nodded twice, then snapped it shut.

"JJ Inc.'s owner, Justin Johnson, admitted everything. He probably saw no way out. He also revealed that he got the information from her, his niece, Eva Smith-Johnson." Quinn turned to Eva. "There will be legal action taken against you, Miss Smith-Johnson, on conspiracy and theft. Since you are still under the legal age-limit-."

"Quinn," I cut in.

"Yes, Jessica?" He sound mildly irritated.

"Don't press charges. I'll pay for the loss that the company faces. Give her a warning." I stood up. "I'm taking the rest of the day off. Call me on my cell if you need me."

With that, I strode out of the room, with Eva's cries of "Jess!" still ringing in my ears.

Back in my office, I laid my head in my hands. A spy. A god damned fucking spy. That's all she'd been doing all this time. Spying.

She'd said she loved me. Was that a lie, too? Probably. Yes, I thought. She could've gotten the information easily from one of the files I kept at home. She could've snuck out of bed anytime during the night while I was asleep. How could I have been so stupid? I should've known that the innocence in her eyes was nothing but a show. I should've known...

But I hadn't. She'd made me love her, made me fall into her trap just to get what she wanted. The first tear fell onto the desk and I shook myself. I needed to get away, from her, from everything. I needed to leave. My heart felt like a stone, sitting heavily in my chest as I made for the door. I signed the leave forms that I asked Marie for, trying to disguise the fact that I was crying.