Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

because she needed a moment to get her composure and regain

her breath. She felt winded, Coralyn’s sweet scent invading

her office like a gust of warm air, her unexpected presence

after she’d been constantly thinking about her, unable to stop,

doing something that made her body feel like liquid. It was the

wrong state. She needed to be solid, not fluid. Liquid could

evaporate. Liquid could become nothing.

“Lock the door,” Giana commanded. She was proud of the

way she kept any emotion out of her voice, even though inside

she was barely holding to the scraps of the person she’d been

before that meeting in her office changed everything.

The last time she was here, she cursed me, I hit my head,

and my whole life changed.

The slide of the bolt in place and the twist of the lock on the

handle sent a surge of delight racing through her that was

entirely carnal. All this time, she’d been torn between wanting

to hate Coralyn and wanting to punish her as she deserved, but

in a way that wasn’t entirely so fuelled by anger.

There was more. Her heart wasn’t in her work anymore, and

she wanted Coralyn to pay for that too. She wanted to know if

Coralyn had worked through all her despair. Her PI hadn’t

been able to answer that. He hadn’t been able to get close

enough to know if Coralyn was still broken and bleeding

inside.

The outer workings of a person wouldn’t tell you that. You

could still be highly functional and be a mess on the inside.

Hadn’t she herself proved that since she was fourteen years

old?

“Have you arranged all your pieces back together?” It was a

mean question. One she asked to the windows without turning