The girls who weren't here yesterday all come up to me, saying hi and how happy they are to have me back.
“Pour me a shot, please, Roxy?” I ask, sitting down. My nerves haven't been this bad in a very long time.
“You don't seem like yourself today, Queenie. No one has run and pissed themself yet.” She grins, putting the shot glass down, and filling it up with tequila.
“I don't know, I’m pretty sure that guy from last night did at some point.” I laugh, licking the salt off my hand and downing the shot. I grimace as it burns on its way down. I quickly suck on the lime before shuddering. “Fuck, that tastes like shit, but I do enjoy the burn.”
“You really are crazy.” Roxy shakes her head with a smile. “So, why the need for the shot?” she asks, knowing I don't drink much.
I give her a shrug, looking Roxy in the eyes. “About to go have a life changing conversation with Evie. Between me and you, I’m scared shitless.”
“She finally told you?” Roxy ponders, her grin stretching wide across her face.
“You knew too?” I narrow my eyes.
“Oh, hunny, we all did. Well.... all but you.” She gives me a look of pity. I don't like it.
“Awesome,” I let out a frustrated groan. “She in her office?” Roxy’s only response is to nod. “Alright, here goes nothing.”
“Good luck,” she wishes with a tip of her head.
When I get to Evie's office, she looks much like she did this morning, only her hair is down, framing her face as she types away on her laptop. When she sees me, she shuts it, takes her glasses off, and rubs her eyes.
“Look, Low, I’m sorry about earlier,” she says, standing up and making her way around the desk. “I'm just so tired and stressed out. I didn't mean what I said. I don't want to lose you. I'm not asking you to choose. Can we just forget about what I said before?” She asks, but I see the pain in her eyes.
“No,” I simply say as I take a few steps closer.
“I know I didn't have the right to say those things to you. I take it back. We can just go back to being best—” I cut her off, my hand shooting out and wrapping around her throat.
I swing her around, pushing her against the wall while her eyes widen with shock. “Mine.” Like a feral animal, I let out a low growl before I smash my lips to hers.
Her body is tense under my touch, but she quickly opens up for me, moaning as my tongue slips onto hers. I devour her mouth with mine as new feelings rush over me that I have yet to get used to. This feels right, as if it should have been like this all along.
I pull back, loosening my grip, letting her catch her breath, but I don't let go completely. I watch as she's pants heavily, her lips swollen, and her eyes lidded with desire as she squirms. The way she rubs her thighs together as both of her hands twist into my shirt, tells me she’s loving this.
“I’m sorry,” I say. She swallows roughly under my hand. “I was stupid, and I let my past dictate my life. But I’m trying to change. I love you, Evie. You're the only one I feel comfortable enough to say that to. Because you are the one person in this world I trust with my life and now my heart. Please, don't make me regret it.”
“I won't,” she whispers, her eyes glistening with potential tears. “Please, don't break mine?” she asks in such a broken, timid voice that I just want to hold her, and never let her go.
“I won't.” I put my forehead to hers as an overwhelming feeling of relief washes over me.
“Harlow?”
“Yes?” My voice is low and husky. I’m so fucking turned on right now, all I wanna do is toss her on that desk, and claim her pussy as my next meal.
“Don't go easy on me,” she says, arousal lacing her voice. I look down at her with a wicked smile. “When it's just you and me, hanging out, I want that to be Harlow. But other times...” She says, looking away as a blush takes over her cheeks, blending in with her freckles. “I want Queenie.”
“Do you want me to take control?” I ask, running my nose along her jawline before nibbling on her earlobe. She whimpers, and gives me a nod, causing me to grin. I step closer, removing my hand from her neck and boxing her in against the wall. “Do you know what I want?” I purr.
She shakes her head. “What?” The word comes out as a breathy whisper.
“To throw you on that desk and consume your pussy until you're screaming my name while cumming all over my tongue,” I growl.
Her pupils have dilated so much her eyes are almost completely black now. “Okay,” she squeaks.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, needing to know if she's comfortable enough. Consent is big with me, and I’m already pressing my luck with almost choking her, even if she seems to love it.
“Always. I told you, don't hold back. If it's too much, I’ll ask you to stop.”