“I’ll lend you a pair of panties,” Robin mumbled. She sounded as though she was still half asleep. “Stay a while longer.” She snuggled up to Micky a little closer.
“I can’t work in the shoes I was wearing last night.”
Robin started stirring more beside her. Then she pushed herself up on one elbow and looked at Micky. “Sorry, I’m not used to waking at an ungodly hour like this. I often have conference calls with the US in the evening so I tend to go to the office late.” She yawned without holding a hand in front of her mouth. “Coffee?”
“I have plenty of that at The Pink Bean.” Micky smiled—she couldn’t help it. Robin looked so different from last night. Still hot, but also very disheveled and a lot less arrogant. “Why don’t you go back to sleep.” She wanted to chat more, but this was not the time. She also needed to process. Additionally, she didn’t want to make Robin feel as though she owed her in some way. If it was Robin’s intention to walk away, to truly have this be a one-night stand, then Micky wasn’t sure she should argue with that. Micky wasn’t sure of a lot of things, apart from the fact she’d had a wild and supremely satisfying time last night. She had to speak with Amber.
“I’ll see you for coffee later.” Robin pressed a kiss on Micky’s arm and let her head fall back onto the pillow. “I had a great time last night.”
“Me too.” Micky kissed Robin’s hair and slipped out of bed.
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Micky’s body was tired, but her brain was super alert. She’d been serving customers for half an hour when, during a brief quiet spot in the morning rush, Josephine elbowed her in the side and asked, “And? How was your hot date?”
Just then, Kristin joined them behind the counter.
Micky’s ears grew warm. She hoped the blush wouldn’t reach her cheeks any time soon.
“You know Robin, right?” Josephine, with all her unbridled youthful enthusiasm, said to Kristin. “The hot blonde who always asks for a wet cappuccino instead of a latte?” Then she waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“Wow, Micky.” Kristin cocked her head. “That must have been one wild night. You look a bit worse for wear.”
Micky hadn’t had a chance to say one word about this yet. On the one hand, she was glad because she feared she might sound like a schoolgirl with a crush, but on the other hand, she did want to have a say in the matter.
“It was a good date,” she said, understating it gravely. What time did Amber’s morning yoga class finish again?
“It looks to me as though someone got lucky.” Josephine just wouldn’t leave it be. “She is so hot, Micky. Way to go.”
The heat did spread over Micky’s cheeks now. She wasn’t even out. The gayest public thing about her up until yesterday was that she was always hanging out with Amber.
Luckily, three customers walked in at the same time, and everyone behind the counter snapped to attention.
Micky was far from comfortable having her lesbian virginity taken and then having to discuss it profusely with the people she worked with.
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By the time Amber arrived at The Pink Bean, Micky was exhausted, but she had hours to go before her shift ended. Still, it was good to see Amber’s friendly face.
“I bet you have a lot to talk about, huh?” Josephine said. That girl. She was twenty years younger than Micky, yet spoke to her like they were best friends. “Go. Take your break.” At least she was smart enough to know that Micky really needed the break.
Micky was also antsy because between nine and nine thirty was usually the time when Robin came in. She would be able to deal so much better with all of this after a good night’s sleep—or at the very least an afternoon nap. But today was also the day she picked up Olivia and Christopher from school, which led her to the conclusion that, even if Robin did want to see Micky again, they’d have to wait until next week.
Micky brought over Amber’s green tea—and another double espresso for herself.
“It was amazing,” was the first thing she said. “My God, Amber, I feel like a different person. I’m tired and overwhelmed, and I’m pretty sure she won’t want to see me again, but still, it was A-mazing.” Micky was so glad she could utter these words to her best friend. Most of the tension slipped off her—making her feel even more tired.
Amber nodded. “That’s so great.” She wasn’t the type to say I told you so. “Why do you think she won’t want to see you again?”
“Erm, let’s see… Divorced mother of two who has never been with another woman meets incredibly hot expat banker who’s not looking for anything serious. Not exactly a match made in heaven.”