The way Sara said "private" took Daphne's breath away. What was happening? Was this going to be something that happened regularly? What was Sara playing at? She didn't know but it made her heart beat faster and not just in nervousness. "All right," Daphne conceded with a hint of anger still coloring her tone.
"Yes, you," Daphne snapped back, her tone breathy. Did Sara need something to make her randy? It was hard to say. She was pretty, but…Daphne didn't like girls. Gabrielle was…something special. But, Sara was getting her almost as fired up. What did it mean?
It still didn't explain one thing. "Why then?" Sara hated her. What was she doing?
"That's…not true." Daphne was very picky. Very, very picky. She was going to refute her strange feelings about Gabrielle Delacour, but she couldn't.
She moaned again softly as Sara's thigh continued to tease her. Daphne was positively aching now. Reaching up with one hand, she clasped behind Sara's neck hoping to anchor herself until she could figure out what was happening.
Suspicious, Daphne looked around to see if there might be anyone watching for some nefarious purpose.