Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

“Babe, look at this,” Amy said, just as Sally brought their plates to the table. Sally took the phone from her and read what was on the screen.

“Oh my God!” she said when she was done, handing the device back. “Wow!”

“I get messages like that all the time now.” Amy said, putting the phone face down on the table. “This looks amazing, by the way!”

“Thank you,” Sally said, sitting down. “I can eat breakfast three meals a day. I love it but I would need to be sure not to have blueberry muffins with it. Those are my weakness.”

“Ah, so I can bribe you to do anything I want if I make you blueberry muffins?”

Sally looked at her.

“You can bribe me to do anything you want just by being topless,” she said.

Amy laughed.

“Secondly,” Sally went on, “if you actually made me blueberry muffins, I would think you’re a goddess.”

Amy resolved to buy the ingredients for muffins later that day.

They ate in silence for a bit. When it came to eggs, anyway, Sally was a really good cook. Cooking was something which Amy enjoyed immensely, though oftentimes her workaholic nature and the demands of her job, the blog and podcast meant that she frequently ordered take-out rather than cooked something. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help her mind creating images now of her and Sally in her kitchen, working together to make a meal—perhaps something Italian, which was Amy’s favorite. Imagining that felt good. In fact, perhaps it felt a little too good. She shook her head slightly to dispel the picture. This was only their second morning together…

Don’t start thinking too far ahead, Aims!

No sooner had that though flitted through her mind when Sally’s phone, which was lying on the table next to Amy’s, chirped. Amy watched as Sally’s eyebrows shot up after reading whatever the notification was.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Um…yeah,” Sally replied. “It’s a text from Max.” She looked over at Amy. “He’s agreed to meet you.”

“Oh my god! No fucking way!”

“Way.”

“When?” Amy’s heart was thudding, which was really, really weird. The only time she’d been this excited at meeting a man was a few years ago when she had been invited to a meet-and-greet with Elton John who had been in San Diego performing at a benefit for abused women, a benefit Amy had played a role in organizing.

Sally looked at the message on her phone again.

“He says if we want to come over today, that’s fine.”

“OMG!” Amy forgot about her breakfast. The omelet was delicious but food was the last thing on her mind now. “I need to get home and change!”

Sally chuckled.

“You look fine!”

Amy knew she probably seemed silly. This time, she had thought ahead and brought a change of clothes with her on her date with Sally, just in case things ended up back here instead of her own apartment, the items fitting easily in her large Kate Spade tote. But faded denim shorts and a camouflage tank top were not what she wanted to be wearing when she met Jillian Ashley. Well, Max Tremont, who was Jillian Ashley.

“Please, please, please come with me to my place so I can change!” she pleaded.

Sally was laughing.

“Anything for a woman who hinted that she might bake me blueberry muffins one day.”

***

“Holy shit! Is that you and Elton John?”

Amy poked her head out of her bedroom, where she was deciding what to change into and saw Sally in the living room holding a framed photo.