Miranda finds herself fidgeting with her ring. Cassie bought it for her a few weeks back; it’s one of those spinning rings, supposed to help with Miranda’s OCD. Cassie notices the older woman’s behaviour and reaches over to touch her hand.
This seems to snap Miranda back to the present. Her piercing blue eyes, lined in black and shaded by fluffy lashes, dart over to Cassie instantly. The blonde feels her cheeks growing hot. Miranda’s loose, chestnut curls frame her face perfectly. It doesn't take much for this woman to take Cassie’s breath away. Miranda finds herself grinning at the younger woman’s embarrassment.
“Cassie,” Miranda says, cupping her girlfriend’s cheek with her palm before leaning in and whispering: “Don’t act all innocent. Don’t act like you haven’t buried yourself between my thighs before.”
Cassie yelps as she hears Annie call out to her from across the restaurant. Max is the first to sit down at the table, soon followed by Annie. Max has never met Miranda, though he does remember hunting her down with Cassie last year.
Annie tries to put her own feelings aside for the sake of her best friend. She remembers Miranda quite well and though she has no reason to dislike her, she’s on the fence about trusting the woman so soon. All things considering…that’s understandable.
“Max, right?” Miranda holds out her hand for him to shake. “I’ve heard so much about you and Annie.” She takes a moment to smile to herself. “You two are one of Cassie’s favourite topics.”
Annie raises her brow momentarily. “Is that so?” She eyes Miranda suspiciously, though Cassie gives her a look saying: “be nice”.
Max clears his throat to try and change the subject. “It’s very nice to finally meet you, Miranda. I hear that you’re a business woman now.”
“Aye. That I am.” Miranda looks up to see a waiter approaching with a basket of bread and olive oil. How fitting.
“Can I get you all something to drink?” The waiter asks, winking at Miranda. “I assume you’ll want your usual, ma’am?” Miranda nods politely as she unscrews the cap of the olive oil, pouring some into a small dipping bowl.
Once the waiter takes everyone’s drink orders and leaves, Annie breaks the silence: “Your usual? How often do you come here??”
“Not often…the owner of this establishment is one of my customers. He’s quite smitten.” Miranda turns the bottle of olive oil to face the couple. Right on the label: “Hand-Crofted Olive Oil.” Cassie beams at her girlfriend, taking in all her beauty and intelligence. Miranda Croft is truly one of a kind…