Suddenly, the woman turned Faith’s way. Their eyes locked.
Faith’s heart stopped. It can’t be. The woman looked so much like Eve. Her face was expressionless, but she had a dark, overpowering look in her eyes that set something deep inside Faith’s body alight—
“Faith?”
She felt a hand on her arm. She spun around. Lindsey stood beside her.
“I saw that woman hitting on you. Thought you might need rescuing.” She looked at Faith’s face, her brows drawing together. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” Faith glanced over her shoulder.
The woman in the corset was gone.
“Are you sure?” Lindsey asked.
“It’s nothing. I thought I saw someone, that’s all.” Faith shook her head. She needed to sit down. “Come on. Let’s go back to the others. ”
As they returned to the table, she looked back toward where the woman in the corset had been standing. There was no sign of her. Either she’d disappeared into the crowd, or she’d been no more than an apparition in the first place. Either way, one thing was certain.
The woman hadn’t been Eve.
Chapter Five
A few days passed before Faith returned to work for Eve. And in those few days, Faith had thought about nothing but the woman in the corset from Lilith’s Den. In her mind’s eye, she couldn’t stop seeing Eve’s face on her.
It was almost like Faith was hoping the woman was Eve. But that didn’t make any sense. Faith wasn’t interested in Eve. She wasn’t interested in that world of submission and power games that the woman in the corset was so clearly a part of either. So why was she obsessing about both of them?
And why did thinking about them make her hot all over?
Faith let herself into the house. She had a few minutes before she had to wake the twins up and get them ready for school. As she walked down the hall, she spotted Eve in the kitchen. Her hair was styled in her usual short curled bob, and she was dressed for work.
Eve turned and spotted her. “Good morning, Faith.”
Faith entered the kitchen. “Hi. ”
Eve continued making her breakfast. Faith watched her as she did. Surely if she’d been at Lilith’s Den that night she’d show Faith some kind of sign. It wasn’t impossible that the woman had been Eve. If Eve swapped out her glasses for contact lenses and straightened her hair, she’d look just like her. And Eve hadn’t had the twins that night. Would she have spent one of her rare free nights at Lilith’s Den? And on a ‘ladies only’ night? Faith had no idea if Eve was interested in women. She’d been married to a man, but that didn’t mean anything. Faith herself wasn’t fussy about the gender of who she dated. Sexuality, attraction, love—it had never been one or the other to her. Perhaps Eve felt the same way.
Eve held up the pot of coffee. “Would you like some? I just made it.”
“Sure,” Faith replied.
Eve got out two mugs and filled them both with coffee. She handed one to Faith. Their fingers brushed. Faith nearly dropped the cup.
She muttered a thank you and took a sip, peering at Eve as she did so. Did Eve have a sister? An identical twin? One who was the opposite of her in every way? Well, not every way. Eve had the same domineering air. But while Eve was more likely to scold Faith for putting the milk in the wrong part of the fridge, she suspected the woman in the corset was a completely different kind of controlling.
Could they be one and the same? Could it be that behind this mother and businesswoman was a passionate Domme dying to come out?
Could Faith be the one to bring her out?
Why did she want that? She’d never had such desires before, not until that night at Lilith’s Den. And seeing Eve, here and now, only made them stronger. She peered at Eve again. The resemblance was uncanny. What if they were the same person?
And if that were the case, which was the real Eve?
“Is something the matter?” Eve asked.
Faith shook her head. “No. It’s fine.”
The toaster popped. Eve plucked out her toast and began buttering it.