Claire Richards headed to the break room to get some water.
Just as she was about to leave, her phone buzzed.
She glanced at the screen—Sabrina Scott. Putting down her cup, she sat on the barstool beside the counter and answered. "Hey."
"Sweetheart, how's the new toy treating you?"
Sabrina's voice was as teasing as ever, practically dripping with mischief.
Between women, as long as one of them is bold enough, the other usually gets dragged along.
Claire licked her lips.
"Feels... pretty damn good," she replied vaguely.
"Told ya! Isn’t it mind-blowing? Like stepping into a whole new universe?"
"Yeah, gotta admit, it packs a punch."
"Of course it does! It’s not like men—you don’t have to worry about it passing out halfway through. Zero downside."
"Well… not
