The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica by Barbara Cardy

Author:Barbara Cardy [Cardy, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Publisher: Constable & Robinson

Confessions After Midnight

L. C. Jordan

“Happy birthday to you!”

The familiar refrain rang out from a small group gathered around a table directly across from me. The restaurant was nearly empty; Thursdays were usually slow and I had commandeered a corner booth with my newspaper and tea.

Lowering the editorial section, I watched as my head waitress Gina carefully sat a cake down in front of an auburn haired woman seated at the table. It wasn’t unusual for customers to include a request for a birthday cake in their reservations. I estimated that nearly eighty percent of the time the cakes were topped with an equally frightening and embarrassing amount of candles. This one however had a single candle flickering in the middle of the whitecaps of frosting.

The woman’s face was slightly flushed, whether from laughter or nerves I didn’t know. She looked around her circle of companions, spoke a handful of soft words that I couldn’t hear, and in one quick breath extinguished the flame. Her friends applauded their approval and smiling, she glanced up in my direction and caught me staring. Startled at the unexpected eye contact, I could only shrug my shoulders, grin like an idiot and mouth happy birthday.

I was about to raise my paper again as an effective barrier when a voice close to my ear caused me to jump a good three inches off my bench.

“Whatcha looking at?” Gina whispered as she leaned over my shoulder. My eyes darted from Gina to the birthday girl, who judging from her wide smile was obviously amused by my antics.

Snapping my newspaper back in place, I raised one eyebrow at Gina. “Nothing,” I replied.

“Musta been something. I asked you twice if you wanted me to reheat your tea.” Gina leaned one hip on my booth and looked utterly too pleased with herself.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Want to do it now?” I slid the cup towards her.

“In a minute.” She jerked her head to the left. “Know who she is?”

I sighed. Trust Gina to have come away with a name and social security number in exchange for that cake. I sometimes wondered if she was a former CIA operative from her ability to gather information. But she didn’t look the part with her soulful brown eyes and five foot two frame. People just naturally opened up to her. If I owned a bar and Gina tended, we’d be rich.

Lowering my paper a fraction of an inch, I studied the woman in question as she stood slicing pieces of cake for her friends. She was slender but not thin, and a mint green sweater outlined the perfect swell of breasts and tapered down to the trim waist of her slacks. A few tendrils of copper hair fell forward and she absently reached up to push them back. Beautiful, I thought.

“Nice to see you’re human after all,” Gina said as she nudged my shoulder and brought me back to my senses. “Now, wanna know who she is?”

“You mean besides someone I’ll probably never see again?” At that, Gina snatched a section of newspaper and whacked my leg.

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