The Secret Keeping: Special Edition by Francine Saint Marie

Author:Francine Saint Marie [Marie, Francine Saint]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Fiction, Romance, Lesbian, Suspense, Contemporary, Mystery, Love & Romance, Family & Relationships, LGBT, Lesbian Romance, Women, Erotica
ISBN: 9781419682360
Google: ABEPLQAACAAJ
Amazon: 1419682369
Publisher: Booksurge Llc
Published: 2007-10-31T21:08:23+00:00

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“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Lydia replied. She turned to the mirror, took out a tissue, wiped off her mouth.

Helaine observed her from behind.

“Doctor?” Lydia asked in the mirror.

“Yes. A doctor.” She hesitated before confessing her name. “Dr. Helaine Kristenson.” There was nothing in Lydia’s face to indicate that she recognized it.

“Medical?” Lydia asked. She faced her again, leaning against the counter, grasping the edge of it in her hands. They were about the same height, her and the doctor. She smiled again. A doctor. In a gray tailored tunic with a heart shaped front, linen lined with satin, just a splash of lace, tapered in above the knees, gathered at the waist, hugging the hips, the sleeves nothing more than wide straps dangling over the tips of the shoulders as if they would fall down her arms if she wanted them to. Full breasts, wide shoulders, long neck, a blond halo of hair, eyes afire, more than a little something to get burned in.

“No,” Helaine answered. “Just a psychotherapist.”

“Oh.” Lydia smiled self-consciously. A pleasant voice, exactly what she had expected her to sound like.

“Can you read minds then–I hope not?”

Helaine chuckled. “Sometimes.”

Sometimes. Lydia nodded and averted her eyes. At her feet lay the remains of her lipstick dispenser, smeared and tracked across the floor. It made the bathroom look like the scene of an accident. Helaine saw it, too, and frowned.

“Please tell me she’s just one of your patients,” Lydia said, trying to effect a laugh.

Helaine grabbed some paper towels and bent to the floor. “She’s not,” she said without looking up. “I’m sorry to say.”

Lydia watched her clean in silence. It was probably a ritual between them, she thought, noticing the gray dress slowly riding up Helaine’s thighs, the tops of stockings, clips holding them in place. Down. She could see down the front of it now. She took a step forward and then stopped, embarrassed.

Helaine looked up then glanced at herself. “Lydia,” she said, as she cleaned the mess. “Lydia what?” She had put a corset on this morning, mostly to remember what it was like to be Helaine Kristenson. She had instantly regretted it when she saw Sharon come in, but she was not in the least bit sorry now.

Lydia what? Lydia what? “Helaine…”

Helaine laughed low, stopped what she was doing. “No, dear. I’m Helaine. And you are…?” She watched the blood rise to the woman’s cheeks and smiled. “Lydia, what is your last name?”

“Beaumont–I’m Lydia Beaumont.”

Beaumont? That’s a familiar name. “Well,” Helaine answered, shifting so the dress could slide higher up her thigh. “Ms. Beaumont, if you keep blushing like that, I’m going to have to kiss you.”

Lydia glanced in the mirror, laughed shyly. “You sent the cognac, I hope?”

“I did.”

“And the oysters?”

Helaine knelt on one knee and set the paper towels down. “And the oysters. And the roses.” She leaned forward, but didn’t rise. “You like?” she asked.

One more step. Lydia put her hand on Helaine’s shoulder. The dress strap fell down. “Like? Yes.

Absolutely,” she answered.

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