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Randa reached a slick arm up and gently pulled Denise s head forward bringing their mouths together in a sweet kiss. After a few moments she broke the
kiss. "Take that as a down payment and remind me to settle this account with you later, under the sheets." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively at her
partner.
DJ quirked an eyebrow at the nurse. "My, you re awfully nice to the help. Maybe upstairs maid isn t as bad a job as I thought."
The smile slipped from Randa s face as she as she turned to face the front again, leaning her head back against the poet. "Speaking of jobs, Denise, I
need to talk to you about mine. When I came over this time Derek let me know it was without pay. I just don t have any more time off coming to me. I
couldn t suggest working out of the house here like I did before because I didn t know how long we would be here or even if we would be in one place.
There s enough in my bank account to hold me for a month or so but after that things are going to be a little tight for me."
"Randa, why are you worrying? I have enough money for us live on even if you never worked. I don t see the problem."
"That s your money and besides I don t want you to have to support me. We re supposed to be partners here and I feel like I m not holding up my end of
the partnership."
The poet was silent a moment. Her hands moved gently up and down the arms of the woman seated between her legs. "I know you re used to being
independent and taking care of yourself so I suppose I understand why the financial thing would be important to you. Maybe it s time we consider taking
the next logical step and pool our resources. I don t want there to be a yours or mine when it comes to income or bills or property. Everything I have is
yours and I know you feel that way as well. Let s just put it all together and stop worrying about where it comes from."
Randa felt incredibly loved at that minute, knowing this was a big step for the two of them. "I guess there s a lot more to this living together thing than I
thought at first. It isn t going to bother you that you will always be the bigger wage earner?"
"Money isn t what counts with us and never will be. As for the partnership thing, when you got on that plane in San Francisco to fly across the ocean to be
with me simply because I asked, you held up more than your end of the partnership, you held me up as well. I needed you here, love, and without question
you came. What is ever going to be payment enough for that?"
Randa blinked back tears as she took one of Denise s hands and brought it to her lips. "I love you, Denise. How do you always know exactly what to say
to me?"
Turn around here and maybe I ll tell you." Randa slowly turned around as Denise slid her body down and underneath the blonde s.
"You sure you want to try this in here? The floor is going to get awfully wet," Randa said as she gently peppered Denise s face and neck with soft kisses.
"No worries, love. The maid can always clean up later," the poet chuckled. Her laughter was brief as an exploring hand made her forget about anything
other than the little blonde in the tub with her.
***
Denise and Randa sat at the kitchen table the next morning sharing an omelet and toast. The silence as they ate and read the morning newspaper was
comfortable.
"I ve thought about what you said. I m going to do it," Denise said as she lowered the front page.
"The interview? Good. I think you should," replied the nurse as she folded her part of the paper. She picked up the dirty dishes and took them to the sink to
rinse and place in the dishwasher. "How long will you be gone?"
"We will be gone for a few days. You don t seriously think I m going to London for an interview on television and not have you with me? Besides, we might
find another large tub."
Randa blushed as she recalled the previous evening. "Maybe we wont make such a mess of the bathroom floor next time."
Denise rose and joined Randa at the sink. "I don t care if we do, it was worth it." She dropped a quick kiss on the blonde s lips, paused and went back for
another.
"Mmm, first you make breakfast and now dessert, too," the nurse murmured. "I m a lucky woman."
"You ll be luckier when we get to London. I plan to spend some time with you just letting you see the city."
"Oh, man, I ve always wanted to see the Tower and Big Ben and Parliament! Then I want to see Buckingham palace and have high tea at the Ritz. God, I
love everything English!"
Denise laughed as she brought the nurse closer. "As long as you love this one English person, Miss Randa, the rest can sod off."
"You know, I haven t seen the inside of a real English bedroom for a good hour or so. Maybe we should start our tour there?" Randa whispered
suggestively as DJ began nibbling her earlobe.
"What have you got against an English kitchen?" the poet returned, now kissing her way down the blonde s neck.
"Not a thing," Randa said. "As long as you re cooking."
"Oh I am," Denise chuckled. "I definitely am."
CHAPTER 14
Denise s shiny black Lexus cruised down the motorway at a steady rate of eighty miles per hour. It was Thursday afternoon and the women were travelling
down the M1 on their way to London. The sky was grey and all morning a gentle rainfall had soaked the land. Through sporadic gaps in the clouds DJ
could see the sun trying to break through. She had watched the television weather report that morning and was pleased to see the following days in the
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