She tells her somthing unexpected

Peta reaches across the table and takes Julia’s hand. Her fingers are warm and steady. She does not look away.

“I’ve thought about the two of us for a long time,” she says quietly. “Longer than I ever admitted. The way you look at me sometimes. The things you said last summer after the wine. I never forgot.” Her thumb strokes once across Julia’s knuckles.“I’ll go with you tomorrow. I’ll do whatever he wants. But only if we practice first. Just the two of us. Today. Before either of us walks into that office.”

Julia’s pulse jumps. The restaurant noise fades. All she can feel is Peta’s hand in hers and the sudden, sharp heat low in her belly. She has imagined this moment more times than she ever allowed herself to admit. Now it is being offered openly, with conditions that feel less like a barrier and more like a gift.

“Where?” Julia asks, voice softer than she intends.Peta’s smile is slow and certain. “My place. David is in New York until Friday. The house is empty. We can leave right now if you want.” She squeezes Julia’s hand once more. “Or we can finish the wine, pretend this is still just lunch, and I can change my mind. Your call, Jules.”

The waiter passes. Neither woman notices. Julia’s thighs press together under the table. The memory of Alexander’s cock is still fresh, yet the woman sitting across from her has just become the only thing that matters.