Little Miss and the Law by Loki Renard Page A
Authors: Loki Renard
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian, Genre Fiction, Lesbian, Lesbian Romance
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'Bingo,' Mackenzie thought. "It's important, to keep some people in their place," she drawled smoothly, lowering her voice to an intimate purr.
Stephanie giggled lightly. "If you say so, Ma'am." Her eyes flicked up at Mackenzie under her eye lashes as she added the honorific, curious, testing.
Mackenzie rewarded her with another wide smile. "Oh, I do say so. Give me a call sometime."
"I will!" Stephanie agreed, the momentary spell between them lost as customers bustled in through the door, clanging the bell and giving them stares of irritation for cluttering up the counter.
"I have to go..." Stephanie said, a note of wistfulness in her tone.
"Run along, my dear," Mackenzie injected the note of possession with a wink.
Stephanie Morris left the coffee shop with bright smile on her face, coffee clutched in one hand and Mackenzie's card held tightly in the other.
***
Staring out her office window, Stephanie turned the card over in her fingers for the thousandth time, thinking about the woman in the coffee shop. There was something slightly otherworldly about her, as if she were merely a visitor to this plane from another place or perhaps another time. 'She's Australian, not an alien, idiot,' she berated herself harshly with a short laugh.
Light blue eyes smiling at her under dark hair, the vision danced before her imagination again. Mackenzie was so striking, and yet, before she had come to the rescue, Stephanie had not noticed her, let alone given her a second glance. She dressed well too, somewhat androgynously, but that seemed to suit her. The memory of the way the straight lines of the suit jacket sat as she leaned against the perspex counter, her dark, wavy hair tumbling over her shoulder, sent a little shiver through Stephanie's belly.
'You called her Ma'am', Stephanie reminded herself, blushing again in the privacy of the room. 'And she liked it.' Was it possible that Mackenzie might be the sort of woman who liked to take charge? She had certainly taken charge there in the coffee shop, a lady knight in a dark suit with a wicked smile.
She picked up the phone to dial, pressed the first few numbers, then dropped the receiver back down as nerves began to fizzle in her belly.
"Miss Morris, your 3 o'clock is here," her secretary's voice buzzed efficiently through the speakerphone.
"Send him in," Stephanie replied, placing Mackenzie's card aside for safe keeping.
Night had fallen before Stephanie was able to leave the office and collect her car. It had been a very long day and she was exhausted. On auto pilot, she got into her car and began the long commute out from the city to the little house she had at the edge of the suburbs on the border of the green belt. Some said she was mad for living so far out of town, and Stephanie often agreed with them, but the peace and quiet of the little place after the hectic pace of the city soothed and calmed her, and that was worth a couple of hours of driving every day.
She was on the freeway when a sound began. A rattling, knocking sound from the rear of her car. Puzzled, Stephanie slowed a little, but continued driving. The sound grew louder and more pained before the engine spluttered and she found herself suddenly coasting to a stop on the shoulder of the road.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" she swore, hitting the steering wheel. This was all she didn't need. She reached for her cellphone to call for help, but it refused to turn on. Dead battery. At that discovery, Stephanie's language became a great deal more foul.
Resting her forehead on the steering wheel, she took a few deep breaths, then looked around for anything that might help. In the pocket of her jacket, she found Mackenzie's card.
A sign indicated that there was a phone for emergencies located half a mile ahead, and Stephanie made for it, taking care to leave her hazard lights on and lock her car. Walking in the dark was dangerous, but
'Bingo,' Mackenzie thought. "It's important, to keep some people in their place," she drawled smoothly, lowering her voice to an intimate purr.
Stephanie giggled lightly. "If you say so, Ma'am." Her eyes flicked up at Mackenzie under her eye lashes as she added the honorific, curious, testing.
Mackenzie rewarded her with another wide smile. "Oh, I do say so. Give me a call sometime."
"I will!" Stephanie agreed, the momentary spell between them lost as customers bustled in through the door, clanging the bell and giving them stares of irritation for cluttering up the counter.
"I have to go..." Stephanie said, a note of wistfulness in her tone.
"Run along, my dear," Mackenzie injected the note of possession with a wink.
Stephanie Morris left the coffee shop with bright smile on her face, coffee clutched in one hand and Mackenzie's card held tightly in the other.
***
Staring out her office window, Stephanie turned the card over in her fingers for the thousandth time, thinking about the woman in the coffee shop. There was something slightly otherworldly about her, as if she were merely a visitor to this plane from another place or perhaps another time. 'She's Australian, not an alien, idiot,' she berated herself harshly with a short laugh.
Light blue eyes smiling at her under dark hair, the vision danced before her imagination again. Mackenzie was so striking, and yet, before she had come to the rescue, Stephanie had not noticed her, let alone given her a second glance. She dressed well too, somewhat androgynously, but that seemed to suit her. The memory of the way the straight lines of the suit jacket sat as she leaned against the perspex counter, her dark, wavy hair tumbling over her shoulder, sent a little shiver through Stephanie's belly.
'You called her Ma'am', Stephanie reminded herself, blushing again in the privacy of the room. 'And she liked it.' Was it possible that Mackenzie might be the sort of woman who liked to take charge? She had certainly taken charge there in the coffee shop, a lady knight in a dark suit with a wicked smile.
She picked up the phone to dial, pressed the first few numbers, then dropped the receiver back down as nerves began to fizzle in her belly.
"Miss Morris, your 3 o'clock is here," her secretary's voice buzzed efficiently through the speakerphone.
"Send him in," Stephanie replied, placing Mackenzie's card aside for safe keeping.
Night had fallen before Stephanie was able to leave the office and collect her car. It had been a very long day and she was exhausted. On auto pilot, she got into her car and began the long commute out from the city to the little house she had at the edge of the suburbs on the border of the green belt. Some said she was mad for living so far out of town, and Stephanie often agreed with them, but the peace and quiet of the little place after the hectic pace of the city soothed and calmed her, and that was worth a couple of hours of driving every day.
She was on the freeway when a sound began. A rattling, knocking sound from the rear of her car. Puzzled, Stephanie slowed a little, but continued driving. The sound grew louder and more pained before the engine spluttered and she found herself suddenly coasting to a stop on the shoulder of the road.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" she swore, hitting the steering wheel. This was all she didn't need. She reached for her cellphone to call for help, but it refused to turn on. Dead battery. At that discovery, Stephanie's language became a great deal more foul.
Resting her forehead on the steering wheel, she took a few deep breaths, then looked around for anything that might help. In the pocket of her jacket, she found Mackenzie's card.
A sign indicated that there was a phone for emergencies located half a mile ahead, and Stephanie made for it, taking care to leave her hazard lights on and lock her car. Walking in the dark was dangerous, but
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