Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

churn out pieces that sounded devilish and aggressive. It made

Claire wonder if there was a secret bad girl hidden under

Haley’s good girl exterior. No one could play with that much

passion, that much feeling, and not mean it.

Claire pushed open her bedroom door and froze.

Her private space, just like her office, had been intruded.

This time, Haley wasn’t browsing through the work on

Claire’s desk. She didn’t stop, caught red handed, her face

scarlet. No, this time she had a much more sinister plan.

She was perched on the end of Claire’s bed, her arms at

either side of her, one leg crossed saucily over the other. How

long she’d been there, Claire had no idea. Would she have

waited all night? Feelings. Boxes. Stop. You don’t care.

Care or not, Claire couldn’t tear her eyes away. Haley had

done herself up in the most ridiculous outfit. A schoolgirl

costume that wasn’t a costume at all. The red plaid skirt with

the pleats wasn’t cheap. It looked vintage. Her knee-high

socks had lace at the top and she was wearing black kitten

heels on her feet. A white blouse, mostly see through, had

been pulled up and tied just under Haley’s breasts, exposing

her flat stomach and a white lace bra that pushed her breasts

up into perfect round globes.

Claire’s mouth went dry. Her body started to shake, but she

cut that off immediately. She rocked back on her heels but

stopped herself from doing it again. Her black slacks and her

scarlet silk blouse felt too tight. She couldn’t breathe. The air

was heated again. Haley had turned the room to fire, and it

blazed around them.

“Hello, Claire.” Haley pulled on one of the pigtails she’d

pulled her hair up into. Her face was entirely free of makeup,