How Lesbians Think

Sovereign stood outside the corner office, wiped her palms on her thighs, and finally knocked. Inside, Jade Nile looked up from a sleek desk with the kind of smile that made problems dissolve. She waved her in like they were old friends. Sovereign cleared her throat. The new ad campaign—too many men, she said. Jade cocked her head, listening. Sovereign had to spell it out: most of the women buying their products liked other women. Jade sat back, absorbing the shock like a good joke. Her laugh was short, bright. Sovereign told her she was one of those women. She offered to show her boss how their customers felt, how they touched. Jade didn’t hesitate. She came around the desk, all legs and heat, and kissed Sovereign like she meant to memorize every inch. She knelt between Sovereign’s knees, pushed the skirt up, and buried her face in the soft, wet heat already waiting. Her tongue worked eagerly, learning fast, making Sovereign breathe harder and clutch the arms of the chair. When Jade finally eased back, lips slick, eyes shining, Sovereign caught a flicker of pride beneath the eagerness. Maybe the new CEO already understood more than she realized.