The door swung open, and Nina, who ran the Red bar, walked in. Cassie’s stomach did that little flutter again. She’d reacted like this since she’d met Nina. Nina wasn’t the physical type that Cassie would normally go for—she was the same height as Cassie but thinner. Her face was more angular, and she wore her jet black hair in a long ponytail, whereas Cassie kept her golden-blonde main cropped short. Normally, Cassie was attracted to something softer, rounder, more curvaceous. But there was something about Nina… Cassie went a little weak at the knees every time Nina looked at her. She left her breathless and unsure of herself.

“Hi Cassie, how’s it going?” Nina’s face lit up when she smiled.

Cassie stopped fiddling with the bottle opener in her hands and laid it on the bar. “Good, how about you?” She blushed slightly as her voice came out a little croaky. She cleared her throat. “Just confirmed that I’ve got a gallery showing after Christmas.”

“Oh, that’s awesome! I’m so pleased for you.” Nina laid her hand over Cassie’s, and Cassie thought her heart was going to pound through her ribs. Oh my God, what is it about this woman? Nina’s eyebrows arched ever so slightly, and a hint of pink crept across her cheeks.

“Yeah,” she continued. Nina’s hand still covered hers. “It’s a great opportunity.”

How long would Nina leave her hand there? Maybe she’d like to move it up Cassie’s arm, over to her breast—Jesus, stop already! She pulled her hand out from under Nina’s and took a step back. A look of disappointment flitted across Nina’s face. Or did she only imagine that?

“Well, um, I’d better finish setting up. I’ll see you later, maybe?” She blushed again and hated herself for it. She was reduced to a ridiculous puddle of nerves—and arousal—every single time.

Nina smiled then—a slow, utterly sexy smile—and nodded, her gaze boring into Cassie. “Yes, later.” She turned and walked towards the door with the small red light above it.

Cassie laughed at herself and shook out her arms to break the tension in her body.

“Way to go to make a tit of yourself.”

And at that, she went back to setting up for the evening.

* * *

Fridays were usually quieter than Saturdays, but for some reason it was buzzing tonight. By eleven, Green was as full as Cassie had ever seen it. Interestingly, she had heard some German accents tonight, from a group of three women who had arrived together just after ten.

She’d seen her first threesome in action too. A couple who’d arrived together, then paired up with another woman. One finger-fucked her from behind while the other knelt in front of her, tonguing her. When she came, she wandered away, and the couple then fucked.