Bisexual: Desired by the Tigers: Bisexual Menage Romantic Suspense (Menage, Shifters, Tiger, Romantic Suspense, Romance, Short Story) by Summer Cooper Page B
Authors: Summer Cooper
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underclothes, and tromped over to Gail.
“I don’t see anything just an old scratch.” Petra said, her doubt about her friends’ sanity evident in her voice.
“Exactly, this was bloody and open last night, look, here’s the cloth we used to clean it!” Allison ran to the en-suite, pulling the damp face cloth out from a pile on the floor. The cloth was still wet and covered in Gail’s blood.
“Oh it couldn’t have been too bad if it’s gone already. Come on, let’s get packed and go home. You two are worrying over nothing and I have to be at work tomorrow. Let’s get going before the day is gone. Come on, stop lolling about, get moving!” Petra made shooing motions, trying to get the other two ladies moving, dismissing the event already.
Allison and Gail looked at each other, both doubting what Petra said about it not being that bad. They both knew what they’d seen.
Gail breathed deep, let the breath out slowly, and decided to let it go for now. She needed to get home as well, and mysterious attacks and healing scratches would have to be dealt with later.
*** ***
Gail opened the door to her one bedroom flat, barely more than a closet on an estate, the bathroom the only private room in the entire place. The open floor plan left the bedroom, living room, and kitchen open to public view but Gail had hung curtains between the areas that she’d turned into a bedroom. Deep-red velvet curtains that matched her duvet. She’d found the items at a clearance sale one of the charity shops had going last month. They were a bit expensive looking for the area Gail lived in, but they’d caught Gail’s imagination and she hadn’t been able to put them down. They were the kind of things she wished she could afford, and for once she could. She’d handed over the money quickly and practically ran home with her purchases, almost fearful someone in the shop would run after her, telling her they’d made a mistake. She hadn’t gone back to the shop for two weeks after that, afraid she’d be caught out and they’d demand the curtains back. Silly, yes, but she loved the material, the richness of the colour, and how they made the room look.
The shimmer of the velvet, the softness of the material, added warmth to the room, sensuality, and the curtain provided Gail with a sense of privacy that she hadn’t had previously. She didn’t want them to show off in the windows, she wanted them for her own enjoyment and every time she came home now, that’s exactly what happened. She felt a sense of deep pleasure and satisfaction when she looked at those curtains, and she’d not regretted buying them once.
She put her things away, putting the clothing she’d worn while she was gone into the washing machine, and dug through her post, seeing she’d had a card from her mother. It was a birthday card and her mother asked to see her again. Gail threw the card down. She and her mates had gone to Manchester to celebrate her twenty-fifth birthday, though it was actually today, and the first part had been great. The last part, not so much.
Flicking her eyes at the card again, she picked up her phone, then put it back down. Her mother was an alcoholic who often took money off of Gail. Fiona promised to pay it back but never did, and this had put Gail in a bind many times. Gail had left her mother behind after she was evicted because of her mother’s drunken rantings that saw her standing in the streets two or three times a week shrieking at the neighbours. She did not need her mother in her life again, not if she wasn’t clean.
Hearing the doorbell ring, she hoped her mother hadn’t planned some kind of surprise and peeked out the window from behind a curtain. Seeing a rather tall man there, she walked over to the door and opened it, wondering who he could be, hoping it wasn’t more bother. She just wanted peace and quiet for the rest of the day before she had to head back to her job as a barista at a local café in the morning.
“I don’t see anything just an old scratch.” Petra said, her doubt about her friends’ sanity evident in her voice.
“Exactly, this was bloody and open last night, look, here’s the cloth we used to clean it!” Allison ran to the en-suite, pulling the damp face cloth out from a pile on the floor. The cloth was still wet and covered in Gail’s blood.
“Oh it couldn’t have been too bad if it’s gone already. Come on, let’s get packed and go home. You two are worrying over nothing and I have to be at work tomorrow. Let’s get going before the day is gone. Come on, stop lolling about, get moving!” Petra made shooing motions, trying to get the other two ladies moving, dismissing the event already.
Allison and Gail looked at each other, both doubting what Petra said about it not being that bad. They both knew what they’d seen.
Gail breathed deep, let the breath out slowly, and decided to let it go for now. She needed to get home as well, and mysterious attacks and healing scratches would have to be dealt with later.
*** ***
Gail opened the door to her one bedroom flat, barely more than a closet on an estate, the bathroom the only private room in the entire place. The open floor plan left the bedroom, living room, and kitchen open to public view but Gail had hung curtains between the areas that she’d turned into a bedroom. Deep-red velvet curtains that matched her duvet. She’d found the items at a clearance sale one of the charity shops had going last month. They were a bit expensive looking for the area Gail lived in, but they’d caught Gail’s imagination and she hadn’t been able to put them down. They were the kind of things she wished she could afford, and for once she could. She’d handed over the money quickly and practically ran home with her purchases, almost fearful someone in the shop would run after her, telling her they’d made a mistake. She hadn’t gone back to the shop for two weeks after that, afraid she’d be caught out and they’d demand the curtains back. Silly, yes, but she loved the material, the richness of the colour, and how they made the room look.
The shimmer of the velvet, the softness of the material, added warmth to the room, sensuality, and the curtain provided Gail with a sense of privacy that she hadn’t had previously. She didn’t want them to show off in the windows, she wanted them for her own enjoyment and every time she came home now, that’s exactly what happened. She felt a sense of deep pleasure and satisfaction when she looked at those curtains, and she’d not regretted buying them once.
She put her things away, putting the clothing she’d worn while she was gone into the washing machine, and dug through her post, seeing she’d had a card from her mother. It was a birthday card and her mother asked to see her again. Gail threw the card down. She and her mates had gone to Manchester to celebrate her twenty-fifth birthday, though it was actually today, and the first part had been great. The last part, not so much.
Flicking her eyes at the card again, she picked up her phone, then put it back down. Her mother was an alcoholic who often took money off of Gail. Fiona promised to pay it back but never did, and this had put Gail in a bind many times. Gail had left her mother behind after she was evicted because of her mother’s drunken rantings that saw her standing in the streets two or three times a week shrieking at the neighbours. She did not need her mother in her life again, not if she wasn’t clean.
Hearing the doorbell ring, she hoped her mother hadn’t planned some kind of surprise and peeked out the window from behind a curtain. Seeing a rather tall man there, she walked over to the door and opened it, wondering who he could be, hoping it wasn’t more bother. She just wanted peace and quiet for the rest of the day before she had to head back to her job as a barista at a local café in the morning.
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