“Of course not,” Vivian said, “but I thought you’d like the idea.”

It figured. Jules took a deep breath and held out her arms. “Come here.”

Vivian did. And as soon as her breasts were within striking distance, Jules leaned up and took a nipple in her mouth, sucking and biting. Vivian tossed her head back with a shocked cry.

“You love this,” Jules said and tugged gently with her teeth.

Vivian made a sobbing sound.

“You think about this. You want me to do it.”

Vivian didn’t deny it. She couldn’t deny it. “I can’t, not again…”

Jules ignored her and suckled insistently while Vivian swayed and tried not to collapse on top of her.

“Yes, you can,” Jules whispered, and switched breasts, feeling drunk, feeling like she was having a fever dream. She pushed, and Vivian lay down on her back, her eyes wild and glassy again. Jules bent down and kept at it, sucking and licking, while Vivian tossed her head back and forth against the mattress.

“You love this,” Jules repeated.

“Yes,” Vivian whimpered.

“So you tell me your fantasy,” Jules said, already on fire with the desire for revenge as she slid her fingers back between Vivian’s legs—not inside, just brushing lightly, gently. “Do you want this in the back seat of the car? Or in the copy room? Or do you want me to fuck you”—like it did to Jules, the word made Vivian moan—”on your desk with the doors closed until you get so wet it’s all over your skirt and you have to bite your hand to keep from screaming?”

“I can’t,” Vivian said. “I can’t,” but she could and did. This time, Jules didn’t let her cover her face with her hand.

Jules kissed her gently. “Are you okay?”

“I want to do this a lot,” Vivian wheezed.

“Fantastic,” Jules said, and didn’t care that she was grinning like an idiot as she kissed Vivian once more.

Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Jules wasn’t sure how she’d expected her birthday to begin, but it wasn’t with a six thirty a.m. text from Ben telling her that Vivian’s Audi was refusing to start. He’d have to take it to the shop.

Which meant Jules would have to arrange alternate transportation. She groaned to herself, sent Vivian a quick text apprising her of the situation, and got on the phone.

Just as she was in the middle of securing a Mercedes S-class from a car rental, Vivian texted:

When will it get here?

Jules asked customer service and answered Vivian:

Around 8

She could imagine Vivian’s disgusted sigh and could picture her deciding she’d rather die before taking an Uber.

Vivian texted:

Nothing else is available??

By the time I found something else, I might as well have ordered this one