Girl Trouble by Miranda Baker Read Free Book Online Page B

been and always would be.
    The idea filled her with delight, and suddenly she knew exactly how they would spend the rest of the night. An exultant laugh broke free from her throat as they burst into the lobby.
    “What are you so happy about?” Bonita asked.
    “It’s showtime, Beauty. We’re going home.” She texted her driver to pick them up, watching Bonita fidget out of the corner of her eye. She hid a grin. Bonita had admitted BDSM had been the last of the tools she’d used to create distance between them, but it was turning out to be a hell of a turn-on for them both. Bonita was so responsive, and Kat loved being in control.
    Tonight, she was going to add a twist to their play. They’d spent plenty of time in her closet dungeon this week, reacquainting themselves with each other’s bodies and experimenting with the toys and equipment Kat had purchased. Knowing Bonita was three years ahead of her in kink made Kat eager to catch up.
    Her black Mercedes SUV pulled up to the curb, and she opened the door for Bonita before the driver could get out of the truck. They settled into the backseat, side by side. She raised the privacy screen, ignored Bonita’s questioning glance and pulled up the contacts on her phone, smiling as she placed a call. It was answered on the first ring. “Yes, Ms. St. James? I suppose you want a late-night snack? There are chocolate-dipped strawberries in the refrigerator, and I stocked the cupboard with Ms. Pritchard’s favorite snacks. Would you like me to—”
    “Take the weekend off, Mrs. Clarke. Use my credit card and go anywhere you want. And if there is any maintenance scheduled, cancel it. No gardeners, no pool boys, no chefs, no housekeeping, no nothing. Keep the guards, though. I don’t want to be disturbed this weekend.”
    “The house will be empty by the time you get home.”
    She could almost hear Clarke’s enthusiastic nod. Her housekeeper had bent over backward to make Bonita feel welcome this week, no doubt delighted by Kat’s sobriety and all-around good behavior. “Thanks, Mrs. Clarke. You’re the best.”
    She ended the call and turned to Bonita. “I thought we could play a game we’ve never played before.”
    Bonita nodded, green eyes curious. “Set the scene, Kitty Kat.”
    “I’m a world-famous film star. Rich. Powerful. Adored by millions.”
    “Of course you are.” That had been her dream, a role she’d aspired to, and they had acted out variations of this scene dozens of times when they were kids. Bonita’s lips curved. “And who am I?”
    Kat held her gaze, pretending to consider while she let the dramatic tension build. When she couldn’t stand to wait a moment longer, she took Bonita’s hand and squeezed, looking deep into her eyes. “My wife.”
     
     
    Cindy stared after the black Mercedes that had just carried Kat and her companion away from the theater. Any idiot could see those two were going to fuck. They could barely keep their eyes off each other, taking turns staring when they thought no one was watching, and putting out so much heat, she was surprised they hadn’t set off the fire alarm in the theater. No wonder Herb was worried.
    She wasn’t worried; she was pissed. Kat didn’t deserve the help she’d given her this afternoon. Of course, she didn’t know about it, either, and it gave Cindy no end of pleasure to know the two thousand dollars Herb had given her had come out of Kat’s bank account. Kat owed her for doing her dirty work, that was for sure, but the pictures Herb had taken this afternoon weren’t going to help Kat’s image if she paraded her lesbian lover around Hollywood. Since her meal ticket was disappearing fast, it was time to put Plan B into action. Without Kat hogging the spotlight, there would be more room for her.
    She slipped her cell phone out of her bag. A quick search got her the number she needed, and he answered on the first ring.
    “Bob? It’s Cindy. Cindy Newton. Kat St. James’s body double?