Slow Burn Lesbian Romance (Paperback Bundle)

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• Slow Burn Sapphic Romances
• Age-Gap
• Forced Proximity
• One Bed
• Opposites Attract
• Dogs!
• Steamy...

Chapter 1

The thing about dogs is that they are always pleased to see you, and, with a wag of a tail and a slobbery kiss, they can ground you even after the hardest days. I had a girlfriend with very similar attributes a while back, although she was less loyal. It turned out she'd let anyone tickle her behind the ears.
I think I'd like to come back as a dog, not as a stray, or even a pampered pooch being paraded around in a purse, but just as a regular family dog: playing with the kids, protecting them from intruders and stuff. I could be the modern day Lassie, saving everyone so they could live happily ever after. We'd go on hikes together, or swim in the lake.
"I think I'm going to puke!"
Startled, I turn to the dark-haired woman next to me, wondering what's so wrong with wanting to be a dog in my next life. Realizing she isn't telepathic, but rather about to relieve her stomach of all its contents, I grab the flattened white paper from the seat pocket in front of me and, with one quick flick of my wrist, snap it open. Being a quick-draw barf bag champion is a lifesaver in my job.
One giant heave, and the passenger next to me has what looks to be carrots shooting out her mouth and distressingly (for me at least) down her nose. Why do carrots never digest? Even if you've not eaten carrots for a week, they're always in the mix.
"Are you okay?" I ask apprehensively. She nods then wipes the back of her hand across her mouth, stretching a thick, gloopy line of snot and saliva. I try not to grimace, unsuccessfully, but I doubt she notices as the next eruption seems to start from her toes, gathering speed as it rises. Seriously, of all the seats someone could have allocated me, they sat me here? My sigh is silent as I rub the small of her back and pull her hair out of the corner of the bag. Now I need a tissue. We both need a tissue, or a pack of them.
"The worst might be over," I suggest, watching her pluck a piece of carrot from her left nostril. Thankfully, it stuck to her finger. "Hang on, I think I have---" With my clean hand, I pull my rucksack from below the seat in front of me, clasping it between my knees. Rummaging in the front pocket, I find my packet of tissues.
"You might want this." I offer her the tissue, which she takes with a shy smile. Is it weird to find someone cute even when they have vomit drool plastered over their face? I distract myself from contemplating the answer by using another tissue from the pack to wipe my fingers. It's not ideal but it'll do until I can get to the washroom.
An audible ping grabs my attention, and I look up. They have switched the seatbelt sign off and as if by magic, my colleague Tamara appears, shimmying up the aisle in a tight dark dress, no doubt attracted by the not so subtle retching which has been keeping everyone entertained for the last ten minutes.
"Is she okay?" Tamara mouths the words while looking at me, and I glance at the woman next to me, who is still wiping thick mucus from her face. I nod, although I imagine my expression doesn't follow through with the positive vibe.
"Would you like some water?" Tamara asks, leaning across and tapping the woman's shoulder. The woman jumps, and so does Tamara, but then she nods.
"I'll get you a glass. You're lucky to be sitting next to Kristi. Has she told you she's cabin crew? She's usually up front helping me look after all the passengers, but she's got herself a vacation---and she still can't keep away." The woman next to me smiles, first at Tamara and then at me. Yup, even covered in snot and regurgitated carrot, she's cute.

Chapter 1

"Come back to bed. You know you want to..." Kirsty's plea was playful and Kat was sorely tempted. She lay on the bed, her body open and inviting. The white cotton of the sheet fell gently over the curves of her body, like freshly fallen snow just begging for imprints. "Want to see what'll you be missing?" Hooking one finger under the edge of the sheet, she gently teased the material down over the top of her chest. Kat stood mesmerised, the lure of this beautiful woman reeling her in. Swallowing hard, she bit her bottom lip and considered her options.
It was 5.30 a.m. If she left Edinburgh to drive back to Glenbrae now, she could nip home, shower, change and be putting the first batch of homemade scones in the oven by just before seven a.m., ready for the café opening at 8 a.m., or...she stood dangling one black suede heel on the end of her finger, swinging it from side to side. The pendulum moving from angel to devil. As she ran her tongue across her bottom lip, she already knew which way the shoe would fall.
"Fuck it." There was a clatter as her shoe hit the floor and with an enormous grin, she climbed back out of her tight black dress and jumped on the bed. This morning was for making snow angels.
Kirsty threw back the sheet with a laugh that filled the room. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. I know you too well!" She threw back her head allowing Kat to cover her neck in small kisses and as they intensified, a small moan escaped. As she grabbed a handful of Kat's long black hair, she pulled her in close and whispered in her ear. "I love it when you do that. Don't stop."

Kat cursed herself for not having called Eva last night to ask her to open up the café for the morning trade. It was just after seven a.m. when she left the hotel. Checking the time on her phone, she took the key out of the lock and went over to hit the buttons on the alarm keypad. It was 7.45 a.m. Tripping over the leg of a stray chair that hadn't been mated with its table, her frustration bubbled over.
"For fuck's sake." She surrendered to the fact she had lost her post-coital relaxed demeanour to the imminent threat of scone-gate if she didn't get the ovens on, fast.
By 8.30 am there was an array of piping hot scones cooling on the racks and she'd made a start of the lunch prep. Thankfully, she'd had the foresight to take out a few cakes from the freezer the night before, so she just had to add the buttercream and the frosting and they'd be ready to serve. Eva and Nancy were on the rota for the day, so that would at least let her nip home to get showered and changed once everything was ready.
"Is Kat in?" Libby's voice echoed through the empty back room. The whole place always sounded so much bigger when it was empty, and the vaulted ceiling with the skylight by the kitchen seemed to encourage echoes. She heard Nancy give a cheery hello before telling Libby she was through in the back.
Libby's head appeared around the swing door. "Wow, they must be some scones to have gone to this much effort. Is a cocktail dress the new uniform for café Des Fleurs?" Her teasing tone was met with a puff cloud of flour being thrown at her as Kat banged her hands together.
"I was a tad late in coming back this morning. I was all ready to leave and then, well—I got a little distracted."
"Obviously because I didn't get a text from you. For all you knew, I could've been up half the night worrying about where you were."
"God, you sound like my mother. I know I was supposed to text. Time just—ran away with itself. I promise I will try harder next time."
"Well, you better because that was the deal. I just need to know you are safe. Somebody has to look out for you." Libby's attention shifted from Kat onto a huge silver bowl with the last of the scrapings of cake mixture left inside. "You could go out with any random stranger. At least with Ingrid, I knew where you were. Is that bowl for washing?" Her hand moved towards the bowl in question, ready to grab the red silicone spatula sticking out the top of the bowl.
"Don't you dare. You know you aren't allowed to pinch in here. Go and ask Nancy to give you a scone if you are hungry." Kat swatted a hand towards Libby, leaving a white plume rising.
"This is no fun. When I go to my Mum's I'm not allowed any there either. First dibs go to Samuel and Isla. That's one of those odd little benefits people don't tell you that you have to forfeit when you have children. How did you get on, anyway?" Libby watched as Kat stuck her head in the fridge at the far end of the kitchen and with lightning speed her finger was in the bowl hooking a large dollop of mixture. As Kat reappeared with more butter she stopped, eyeing Libby who was sucking the mixture of her finger.