Mistaken Identity

By Donna Jay

Copyright © 2018 Donna Jay

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Acknowledgements

Heartfelt thanks go to my beta readers for whipping this story into shape.

Kim, thank you for being my constant champion. Although on the other side of the world, you were always only a message away.

Robert, thank you for catching those pesky misused words, especially when you weren’t sure if they were kiwi-isms or just flat out wrong.

Linda, thank you for your eagle eye, and giving this story a final lick of polish.

Chapter 1

Excited about the night ahead, Kelly stared at her reflection in the bedroom mirror, giving herself the once over with a critical eye. Thanks to genetics and a smooth complexion, she didn’t need much makeup; a touch of lippy to darken her pale pink lips, a flick of blue-black mascara to highlight the blue of her eyes, and she was good to go.

The beep of her hair straightener made Kelly curse herself. It wasn’t the first time she’d almost left the damn thing on. Most of the time, she wore her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Tonight though, she intended to use every asset she had to seduce Paula. The mere thought of dragging the long, silky locks across Paula’s naked flesh made her lick her lips.

Anxious to get a move along, because God knew Paula hated to be kept waiting, Kelly smoothed down her dress and stepped into the living room.

The small flat she shared with her best friend, Nicole, was compact and homely. Kitchen, bathroom, toilet, two bedrooms, no hallway.

From her seat on the sofa, Nicole let out a shrill whistle. “Check you out, girlfriend. Paula won’t be able to resist you in that little black dress.”

“Glad you approve.” Silky locks of long, brown hair fanned out and tickled Kelly’s shoulders as she spun in a circle.

“What’re you doing tonight?” she asked, coming to a stop.

Nicole leapt to her feet. “Not what, but who, baby.” She shot Kelly a saucy wink. “Steve and I have the flat to ourselves so we’re going to get busy.”

The excited tone of her voice was infectious. With a little bit of luck, and some liquid courage, before the night was out Kelly would be getting her kink on too.