The two of them walked a short distance down the street, away from the entrance to the bar. The night air was cool on Lindsey’s skin.
Lindsey broke the silence. “This was… nice.”
“It was,” Camilla said. “I’ve certainly enjoyed this more than all my recent dates. Probably because they were all with women who were so painfully straight that they couldn’t keep up the illusion. If this is going to be one big charade, the least everyone could do is be convincing about it.”
Right. Lindsey couldn’t tell Camilla that she was just like all of those other straight women. She was in too deep now.
“What is it?” Camilla asked. “I find it hard to believe you’ve suddenly gotten shy.”
“It’s just, I, actually… I’ve never been with a woman before,” Lindsey blurted out. “On a date, I mean.” That much was true.
“Oh?”
“But I’ve kissed one,” she added. “Well, more than one.”
Camilla’s lips curled up. “Would you like to kiss another one?”
Lindsey barely even hesitated. She’d already gone this far. If she was going to do something crazy, she might as well go all the way. “Yes,” she said. “I would.”
Camilla took Lindsey’s chin in her fingers and leaned in close. “Then kiss me.”
Lindsey’s pulse raced. Camilla’s smooth, commanding voice resonated deep into her body, compelling her to do as Camilla told her.
Closing her eyes, Lindsey kissed Camilla. It was a brief touch of the lips, nothing more. But it seemed to go on and on. For a moment, Lindsey forgot herself, as Camilla’s lips took over all her awareness.
Camilla pulled back. “Your car is here.”
Lindsey opened her eyes. A black car had pulled up beside them.
Camilla opened the door for her. “I’ll send you a little something for tonight?”
Did she mean money? “You don’t have to,” Lindsey said.
“Once again, I want to, so I’m going to. You really haven’t done this before, have you?”
“It just feels weird, getting paid for something like this.”
“I’m not paying you,” Camilla said. “It’s a gift. Accept it.”
“Okay. Thank you.” Lindsey slid into the backseat of the car. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Lindsey. I’ll talk to you soon.”
Chapter Four
Lindsey was in Faith’s living room on Sunday afternoon when Faith returned home from work. They hadn’t seen each other since before Lindsey left to meet Camilla the night before.
Faith walked over to the couch, lifted Lindsey’s legs up and sat down next to her. “Tell me all about your date.”
Lindsey stretched her legs across Faith’s lap. “I already told you about it last night.” Faith had insisted Lindsey check in afterward.
“Yes, but you didn’t tell me the details.”
Sighing, Lindsey told Faith everything, from the moment she stepped out of the cab, all the way to when she and Camilla left the bar. “And then, we kissed.”
“Whoa, hold on,” Faith said. “You and Camilla kissed? And you’re only telling me this now?”
Lindsey shrugged. “I was feeling kinda weird about it. Not because it was bad or anything. It was… nice.”