ALICE Ch 349

Lotte looks quite angelic when she sleeps. Her face is pressed up against Glynda’s right bosom, and somehow—somehow, Glynda’s arm has gotten around this slim Dutch woman who is nearly twenty years younger than she is.

The way their clothes are piled on the floor by the sofa and the potent womanly smell in the room are somewhat less angelic. Glynda can feel it in her brain: the quietly pleasant swimming sensation that comes with warm flesh, orgasms, and intimacy with another human being. The lights are still on, but it’s terribly late now. Lotte does not snore, but her breathing tickles Glynda’s erect, sensitive nipple.

Glynda swallows uncomfortably and savors these mixed emotions and the pleasant sensations in her body, because there will be nothing mixed about how she feels about this in the light of day. Glynda has done her share of catastrophic fuckups, and while the odd throwaway shag with someone like Erica Bruhl is not something she’s proud of, it’s nothing compared to this.

There’s a bottle of Macallan in her bag in the other room. She wants it so badly that it hurts. At the same time, this smooth body that she’s tangled up on the couch with is heavenly. The last thing she wants to do is let go. All the post-orgasmic brain chemistry in the world cannot change the fact that Glynda Darcy has never hated herself more than she does at this moment.

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In the photograph, Akiko Tanaka smiles at the camera. The covers are up to her neck, but her bedhead and the look in her eyes combine for an effect far more pornographic than a more revealing picture.

Vivien Corbin closes her photo album and sets it aside, getting to her feet and stretching her arms over her head. She yawns as she shuffles to her bathroom and sheds her robe. She carries her skincare bag out into the suite to apply it to her nude body by the window. Is anyone looking at this hour? If so, they’re in for a treat. She’s not a particular exhibitionist, but the idea of someone getting a lucky glimpse in this little corner of Italy this late at night amuses her.

As she follows her eight steps, she considers the request made by Bea Ruiz. Viv needs to act quickly to ensure that there’s a scandal to give Bea cover. She needs to make a mess.

With her routine done, her pale body gleams softly. She folds her arms in front of the window and gazes at the dark sky. Viv has no compunctions about making messes; the only question is where to do it?

She taps a fingertip against her lips. FUTA Racing has a temptation or two to offer her. Or three. Four, even. Her eyes light up. More, perhaps.

On the other hand, Annette might not appreciate that. And what about Glynda? Viv snorts in disgust. She cares nothing for the feelings of someone so deep in denial. Glynda has allowed herself to be crushed into nothing for the sake of her career, but what is a career worth if one can’t live authentically? Viv shakes her head. Disappointing. Such a driven woman would be of interest to her under different circumstances.

Should Viv make her mess in FUTA Racing?

Or with another team?