Shrinking in slightly on herself, Sharon felt her giggle immediately cut off as the intimidating Domme stared at her, her grey eyes laser-focused on Sharon. Eek. Olivia had a bit of a reputation when it came to other people’s relationships. She didn’t interfere - at least, not unless she was invited - but somehow, she always knew what was going on. And she had given more than one of their friends a verbal smack upside the head when she deemed it necessary.

While Sharon was submissive, she wouldn’t say she was intimidated by too many people. In fact, it was a very short list of names - but Olivia’s was at the top.

“New Year’s Eve?” she asked, her voice wobbling a little and she could feel her blush creeping back up under Olivia’s silvery gaze. The entire room had gone silent, all of them looking at Olivia.

The redhead leaned forward. She didn’t need to loom to be scary. Her eyes narrowed.

“When we were at the hospital for Melody, Jake was being weird about you and I thought he was just being his usual self; but he wasn’t, was he? Something happened at Marquis on New Year’s Eve.”

Unable to escape Olivia’s intense scrutiny, Sharon felt her cheeks bloom with full on heat. Shit! She never blushed like this! Damn Domme!

“Holy shit, Olivia’s right!” Kate squealed. “You bitch, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me for weeks!”

“Oh my God, did you two kiss at midnight?” Lexie asked, right over Kate’s squealing. “Is that why neither of you two were around later, did you go home together?”

The room pretty much exploded with tumult and speculation as Sharon shrank down in her seat. Dammit, she was going to need way more than hard root beer.

Talk about cover blown.

Smirking, Olivia sat back in her own chair, her lips twisted with amusement.

“Payback,” Olivia mouthed at her.

Grudge-holding firecrotch! Sharon thought the other woman had forgotten - or at least let it go - the fact that Sharon might have accidentally-on-purpose nudged her into Luke’s arms at Angel and Adam’s wedding. After all, the two had ended up getting together recently.

“So how long have you been banging my brother?” Lexie demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Sharon. At least she didn’t look upset, just excited. Although that might not be much better considering the situation.

Groaning, Sharon grabbed a couch cushion and held it over her face. Maybe she could suffocate herself into unconsciousness.

The heavy knocking at Jake’s door on Sunday afternoon was not entirely unexpected, even though Jake hadn’t invited anyone over. He was not at all surprised to find Patrick standing there, a six-pack in hand and a wide grin on his face.