She eyed the clock; Talia would be waking up soon. She wasn’t due to finish her shift last night until 3 a.m. and Faye didn’t have the heart to call her and wake her up before midday. Yes, she loved to work out, but she also needed rest. Rest she could have here, snuggled up beside Faye.
Her buzzer sounded, a grin spreading on Faye’s mouth. It had to be Talia. Nobody else would call on a Saturday morning.
She shot to her feet, the romance novel she was reading falling to the floor as she knocked it from the coffee table, and lifted the receiver. “Come up, pretty lady.” She granted access to the block, unlocking the door and leaving it ajar.
Faye looked down her body. She didn’t look catwalk ready, but she looked half decent. Only Talia would find her attractive in a pair of sweats and a hoodie, but that was just one more thing that she loved about her. Appearance didn’t matter to Talia...except when it was related to herself.
“Hello?”
Okay, that wasn’t Talia’s voice.
Faye turned to find Jenna standing in the doorway. “Oh…hi.”
“Sorry for coming by on a Saturday morning, but I wondered if I could talk to you?”
“Of course. Is everything okay?” Jenna looked a little bit lost, perhaps nervous about something. “Jenna?”
“This woman you’re dating…”
Faye grinned. “Talia?”
“Yeah. Uh, I just…” Jenna shook her head, gripping the strap of her handbag. “How’s that going?”
“Amazing. Really good.”
“She’s a stripper!” Jenna rushed out her words faster than the speed of light. “And you can tell me to mind my own business, but I thought you should know she works the club around the corner.”
“So?”
“So, I just came to warn you.”
“No, I mean…so what that she works at the club. That she’s a dancer.”
“Y-you knew!” Jenna’s brows rose with surprise. “Oh…well. Wow.”
“It doesn’t affect my life; you shouldn’t let it affect yours. What Talia does is nobody’s business but her own.”
Jenna wrinkled her nose. Of course she was about to give her opinion. “And you’re okay with it? You turned down another date with me…forher?”
Okay, Faye was done with people having an opinion on her life. And she certainly wouldn’t stand here while a woman she barely knew tore a strip off her girlfriend.Girlfriend.Faye smiled inwardly.
“Unless there was something else, you can leave now.”
“Whoa. No. You can’t be serious. I was quite happy letting this go between us because you were happy, you seemed happy when you spoke about her, but…a stripper, Faye? Really?”
“She’s a dancer, for the love of God!”
“Sweetie,” Jenna said, stepping closer. “You can dress it up however you like, but she dances for men.”
“And women.”
“Mm, but still…”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you must have been there yourself to know she was working.”
“Well, yes. But—”
“But nothing. You can’t have it both ways. You can’t go to the club and then come here acting disgusted by knowing she’s there doing what she loves.”