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First Class part 4

They stayed in the bathroom longer than was smart. Isla ran cold water over her wrists first, an old trick, something her mother taught her for hot summers that worked just as well for flushed skin and racing pulses. She splashed her face carefully, fixed her mascara with a dampened finger, smoothed her hair back into something presentable. Marcus ran the tap and sorted himself out behind her, tucked in, zipped, jacket straightened. He caught her eye in the mirror while she was fixing her blouse and his mouth curved slightly. “What,” she said. “Nothing.” He reached over and turned her collar down where it had flipped up. Straightened it with two fingers. “There.” She looked at them both in the mirror one last time. Acceptable. Barely. She unlocked the door and slipped out first, moving quickly back through the curtain into the main cabin. Still dark. Still empty. The galley curtain on the far end was closed, a thin strip of crew light underneath it. Nobody emerged. She

First Class part 5

The captain’s voice came through at six-fourteen AM. Ladies and gentlemen, we’re beginning our descent into Los Angeles. Local time is six-fourteen in the morning. Temperature a pleasant sixty-eight degrees. Isla was already awake. She’d been awake for twenty minutes, watching the sky outside her window shift from black to deep navy to the particular bruised purple that came just before dawn. The city was still invisible below the clouds but she knew it was there, fourteen million people going about their morning, completely indifferent to whatever had happened at thirty-seven thousand feet. She became aware that Marcus was awake too. He hadn’t moved. Still reclined, still facing the aisle, but his breathing had changed and his eyes were open, watching her with the quiet alertness of someone who’d been awake longer than he was admitting. “How long have you been watching me?” she asked. “Few minutes.” No apology in it. “You were thinking very loudly.” She huffed a small laugh.

Book 9: The Fitting Room

The bell above the door chimed at half past eleven. Renee didn’t need to look up from the invoice she was checking to know who it was. The Saturdays had their own rhythm now, deliveries at nine, the morning rush of browsers between ten and eleven, and then at some point in that window between eleven and noon, the bell and the particular sound of heels she’d learned to recognize without meaning to. She looked up anyway. Dana came in the way she always did, unhurried, sunglasses pushed up into dark hair, wearing something simple that managed to look considered. Dark jeans today, cream blouse, the kind of effortless put-together that Renee knew from experience took actual effort. She was already scanning the new rack by the window, fingers trailing lightly over fabric. “New arrivals?” she called toward the counter. “Thursday,” Renee said. “The emerald pieces on the end are good.” Dana moved toward them. Pulled out a silk midi dress without hesitation, deep green, wrap style, the ki

The Fitting Room part 2

Dana came in at four-fifty-three. The shop closed at five. Renee was folding a delivery of cashmere at the back when the bell chimed and she looked up and there she was, later than usual, hair down today instead of pushed back, a dark coat over whatever she was wearing underneath. She moved through the door and her eyes found Renee immediately across the shop floor. No browsing this time. No trailing fingers over the new rack. Just straight to the counter. “Am I too late?” Dana asked. “I close at five,” Renee said. “You have time.” Dana nodded slowly. Looked around the empty shop, the afternoon light coming in low and golden through the front windows, no other customers, the particular quiet of a Saturday winding down. “It’s just us?” she said. “Just us.” Dana looked at her for a moment. Then moved toward the rack near the window. Pulled out a dress without really looking at it, navy, simple, not the kind of thing she’d normally reach for. “Can I try this?” “Of course.” T

The Fitting Room part 3

Dana sat in the velvet chair like she’d been asked to wait for something she already knew was coming. Which she had. Renee stood in front of her. The fitting room felt smaller than it ever had, or fuller, the air different, charged in a way that had nothing to do with the lighting. She looked down at Dana and Dana looked up at her and neither of them pretended this was anything other than what it was. Renee reached behind her own back and unzipped her dress. Slowly. Let it slide off her shoulders and pool on the floor. She stood in a simple nude bra and underwear, nothing remarkable, just herself, and watched Dana’s eyes move over her with an attention that felt like hands before any hands were involved. “God,” Dana said quietly. “You’re beautiful.” Renee reached forward and unclipped Dana’s bra. Slid it off her shoulders. Dana’s breasts were full and soft, nipples already hardening in the cool air of the fitting room. Renee looked at her for a moment, really looked, the way Da

The Fitting Room part 4

Renee’s shoulders met the mirror. Cool glass against bare skin. Dana standing in front of her, close enough that Renee could feel the warmth radiating off her, could see the flush still high on her cheeks from what had just happened in the chair. Dana was looking at her the way Renee had spent four months pretending not to notice her looking. Direct. Unhurried. Like she had a very clear idea of what she wanted and was simply deciding where to start. She started with Renee’s mouth. Kissed her slow and deep, hands framing her face, thumbs tracing her jaw. Renee’s hands found Dana’s waist and pulled her closer and Dana made a soft approving sound against her lips. Then her mouth moved. Down Renee’s jaw. Her throat. The curve of her shoulder. Dana kissed the way she moved through the shop, purposeful, nothing wasted, and Renee felt every point of contact like a separate decision being made about her. Her mouth reached Renee’s breast. Tongue circling her nipple slowly before suckin

The Fitting Room part 5

The shop went dark at five-fifteen. Not completely, just the main floor lights cycling off on their automatic timer the way they did every Saturday, leaving only the soft glow of the fitting room and the amber streetlight pushing through the gap in the drawn blind. Outside the city moved on, Saturday evening finding its rhythm, and inside Renee’s boutique two women sat on the fitting room floor with their backs against the mirror and a water bottle between them. Dana had found it in her coat pocket. Still cold. She handed it to Renee first. Renee drank. Handed it back. Their shoulders were touching, both of them dressed again, Renee back in her work dress, Dana in her grey one, coats across their laps like blankets. The navy dress Dana had never actually tried on hung forgotten on its hook above them. “Four months,” Renee said. “Four months,” Dana agreed. “The blue dress. The first week.” Dana tilted her head back against the mirror and smiled at the ceiling. “I saw you before

Book 10: FIX WHAT’S BROKEN

The bowl was full again. Mara stood in the bathroom doorway in her socks, looking at the mixing bowl she’d wedged under the slow drip in the ceiling, and did the math. Three days. She’d been emptying that bowl three times a day for three days because calling building maintenance meant filling out the online form and whoever was on rotation would show up at her door. She knew who was on rotation. She’d checked. Twice. Which was insane. She emptied the bowl into the sink and told herself she was calling today. She called at noon. The form asked for a description of the issue and she typed slow ceiling leak, bathroom and hit submit before she could talk herself out of it again. The knock came at 12:47. She knew his knock. That was the problem, she knew it from three months of him coming to fix Mrs. Okafor’s radiator next door, and from the one time he’d replaced the hallway light fixture on her floor, and from the elevator, always the elevator, where they stood twelve inches a

FIX WHAT’S BROKEN part 2

He came at 12:04. Mara heard the knock, she looked at the clock on the microwave and noted the four minutes like it meant something, which it didn’t, and opened the door. Same grey t-shirt. Different one, probably, she had no reason to think he only owned one, but the same shade, like it was a preference rather than a coincidence. He had a small toolbox today, not the big one. She noticed that too. Smaller job. Shorter visit. She told herself that was fine. “Hey,” he said. “Hey. Come in.” He went straight to the bathroom. She stayed in the kitchen and listened to him check the ceiling, run the tap in the unit above through the access panel somehow, do whatever it was he did. She’d looked it up last night, what caused ceiling leaks in older buildings, how pipe joints worked, what a building maintenance guy actually did in a day. She’d been on her laptop at eleven PM researching a man’s job because she had no chill whatsoever. He reappeared in the kitchen doorway after seven minut

FIX WHAT’S BROKEN part 3

She moved first. Just a step, closing the last bit of distance between them, and then his hand was off her wrist and on her jaw, tilting her face up, and he kissed her like he’d been thinking about exactly how he would do it. He didn’t rush it. Just certain and slow, the way he did everything, like he’d already decided and was done waiting for the right moment to catch up. She kissed him back and felt something in her chest come loose. His hands slid into her hair, cupping the back of her head, angling her exactly where he wanted her. She grabbed the front of his t-shirt with both fists because she needed something to hold onto. He tasted like coffee and something warmer underneath and she pressed closer, closing the last inch of space between their bodies, and felt him, all of him, against her stomach and made a sound into his mouth that she didn’t plan. He broke the kiss just enough to look at her. “Yeah?” he said. “Yes.” No hesitation. “Dom, yes.” That was all he needed. H

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