"I got the book deal!" I squealed, grinning from ear to ear. I jumped up from my desk and ran to Rose.

She paused typing and returned my smile, her beautiful blue's shining from behind her reading glasses making my heart skip a beat.

I swept her up in a tight hug, fuelled by my elation.

"This is all because of you." I told her truthfully.

Rose pulled me closer and shook her head. "This is all because of your hard work, you're a phenomenal writer Izzy and you deserve this."

" Thank you." I whispered fervently, pulling back to look into her eyes. "If it wasn't for you, I'd never have sent it in."

I sat on the edge of her desk and tugged her between my legs. Her wheeled office chair made it easy for me to get her just where I wanted her. I lifted her face to mine and pressed my lips to hers, light and eager. She responded, her hand going to the short hair at my nape sending tingles down my spine.

We were like this when the door to the office opened suddenly. We pulled apart and I jumped up guiltily, returning to my desk. Rose started typing again seamlessly, as if she hadn't just been kissing her assistant.

It was Leah. She paused for a moment, as if gauging the energy in the room. I wondered how much she'd seen. Rose glanced up and smiled a greeting at her friend and business partner.

"Good morning." She said, sounding completely normal. I envied her calm, I was bubbling up with nerves.

Leah eyed us speculatively as she placed her bag on the corner of Rose's desk.

"Good morning." Leah replied in kind. "I've just dropped by to go over the designs one last time before we authorise the first prototypes for our new line."

Rose nodded. "Great timing! I've just been going over a few last minute 'tweaks' to the last design we did…if that's okay with you."

As she spoke she rapidly opened her designs tab and selected a file before Leah could get to her. I continued my work, my entire body in overdrive. That had been a very close call.

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"I'm taking you to Aspen, Rose." David announced at dinner the next day.

I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth. They were going away? Together? I realised with a sinking heart that he was her husband and technically had more right to her company than I did. The reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks and I swallowed hard, suddenly not at all hungry.

Rose glanced at me as if she sensed my reaction and then she turned to her husband.

"That sounds amazing. When?" There was a slight inflection to her tone.

David eyed us both with wiry amusement. "You're invited too. Isabella. If you'd like to join us."

My heart suddenly sprinted from frozen, wildly rushing toward the edge of a tall cliff.

"Really?" I asked, unsure.

Rose smirked and laid down her untelsils, "Thank you." She said to David.

He smiled at her, saluted her with his glass and took a sip of his wine. "I have no desire to separate you and the delightful Isabella - even if it is for only four days."

Rose leaned forward, resting her chin in her folded hands, her gaze locked with her husband's unflinchingly. "You truly don't mind?"

The question was so multifaceted. It showed how close we'd become that these matters could be discussed over dinner between the three of us.

I sat back in my seat and lifted my glass to my lips.

David shook his head and replaced his glass on the table. "Your relationship with Izzy is separate from our marriage. I've accepted that. She sleeps in our bed and I have the pleasure of watching you two together. I'm satisfied with our little arrangement, if you are."

Rose nodded and glanced at me. "Izzy?"

"This is how it has to be." I evaded. Turning to David I lifted my glass in a salute. "Thank you for inviting me."

Rose looked skeptical, she knew that I wanted her to myself and that I accepted this situation simply to be with her.

An hour later a few of Rose's business associates came by to sign papers and have a few drinks afterwards.

I assisted with the paperwork and then stood with Rose, at a respectable distance, sipping more wine.

I was getting quite tipsy and my attraction to Rose was running rampant. She sensed it, of course, her electric eyes sending secret messages to me across our circle.

David returned from his visit to his own offices and kissed Rose's cheek. He then leaned in and kissed mine too. A few minutes later he returned with a fresh glass of wine for each of us.

He stood beside my woman, holding her casually and I felt the familiar burn of jealousy turn to acid in the pit of my belly. Of course I couldn't show it.

These people had no idea that I was Rosalie's lover and it had to stay that way. Also, despite my jealousy, I knew that David had been more than kind to us and I was grateful.

I settled for staring at Rose. She was just so fucking beautiful. Her golden hair was artfully messy around her face, like an angel. Her eyes were thickly lashed and enigmatic. They made my belly flutter. Her lips were soft and full, with only a small touch of lipstick in some peachy nude shade. I longed to kiss it off. She wore a loose backless black dress of soft cotton which was pulled in at the waist with a narrow tan belt. It accentuated her lithe, curvy figure to perfection.

I admired her breasts which were small, perky and braless. I wanted to hold them in my hands before sucking her delicious nipples into my mouth. I imagined her soft velvety pussy wrapped around my fingers and the small hard nub beneath my tongue. I was overheating. There was a surge of moisture between my thighs and I rubbed my legs together in a less than obvious way to alleviate some of the tingle. I raised my eyes only to meet incredulous bright blue.

Rose knew. Maybe not what I'd been thinking - but she knew I'd been thinking about her and sex. I smirked at her and raised my glass to her in silent toast which wrung a wide smile from her as she returned my toast.

I'd lost track of the conversation, I realised, refocusing.

I went to the kitchen five minutes later to replenish the snacks on the large ornamental tray. The door swung shut behind me blocking the sound of the chatter.

I took my time arranging the snacks, using this time alone to recoup my thoughts and calm my overly excited body.

The door opened and swung shut again.

Rose was there right behind me and her nose skimmed the nape of my neck, breathing me in.

My breath caught in my throat as her fingers reached down and snagged the edge of my dress tugging upwards at the back. She pressed me into the counter, until I was wedged between her soft warmth and the hardwood. I shuddered and leaned back against her, panting softly.

Her long, talented fingers slipped beneath my panty and traced a firey pathway along my drenched slit. I whimpered.

"Sshhh, you can't make a sound." Rose told me, her lips close to my ear. "You're so fuckeing wet."

I bit my lip and nodded, my fingers clenched in the wood in front of me with white knuckle intensity. Anyone could walk in at any moment, I was even more aroused at the thought.

"What were you thinking of earlier, to make you this wet?"

"I was thinking of how delicious your pussy tastes." I told her. "And how amazing your tits feel in my hands."

Rose's response was to push her fingers into me so deeply it rocked me up onto my toes. I wanted to cry out, but of course I couldn't. I bit my lip harder.

She fucked me like that, hard, her other hand joining in by stroking my throbbing clit. I was so done. I came hard and fast, on her hand.

" Fuck." I whimpered softly, my knees weak.

Rose kissed me over my shoulder, her lips playing with mine as I floated down from my climax.

I reached for her but she shook her head. "Later." She whispered, pulling away from me entirely and going to lean against the opposite counter as if nothing had happened.

I straightened my dress and tried to gain control of myself.

At that moment one of Rosalie's clients walked in, asking where the guest bathroom was.

I told him and met Rosalie's laughing gaze over his shoulder. She lifted her hand to her nose and inhaled deeply. There was a rush of warmth across my cheeks. God, she was going to be the death of me.

That was yet another close call! I wondered if fate was trying to tell us something? Didn't these things happen in three's?

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We started going to public functions together. There was the launch party for Rosalie's new collection and it was a well covered, glitzy Hollywood event.

I didn't want to go at first. I literally had nothing to wear.

But Rose wanted me there so she bought me an outfit I liked, which was a black satin bustier and a pair of beautifully tailored trousers. There was also a short, chic jacket to compliment the look. I wore nude peep toe pumps and carried a tiny clutch bag. Rose had my hair and makeup done by her personal stylist.

I couldn't refuse now even though I was terrified of how I'd measure up to all the celebrities. Would Rose realise what a fool she was being and dump me? I hated the sensation of emptiness which followed that thought.

There was no me without her anymore, as stupid as that sounded. It was like my marriage all over again, except this time I was crazy in love and not being controlled by a narcissistic asshat.

The sea of faces and cameras were intimidating. I tried to act nonchalant and at ease, but I was anything but. It was almost as though I was Rosalie's bodyguard. I stood just behind her, she was regal in a white dress suit and sparkling black stilettos, while she signed autographs and spoke to people she'd never met. Rose always made sure I was there, her ocean blue gaze looking for me every so often. This reassured me, although I couldn't help wishing that I was walking beside her, openly holding her hand for all the world to see. What an impossible fantasy that was!

The next day I stared enraptured at the photos of Rose and I on social media. It was a strange feeling to see yourself in pictures taken by complete strangers. I admired the way Rosalie's blondeness was a perfect foil for my own dark hair.

There were a few candid shots of us speaking during the launch party. Standing close together, we were laughing at something, our fingers curled around champagne glasses, gazes locked. There was such intimacy in the look that Rose was giving me that it made my belly flip flop at the memory. The article which accompanied the pictures called us good friends and this made me smile. If only they knew. I saved this picture in a sub folder on my laptop, it was definitely a favourite. A few others followed quickly.

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We had our usual Friday night dinner party. Charlotte was back and I'd spent the evening warding off her advances as good naturedly as I could manage.

There were several times that I'd glanced up to find Rosalie staring at us, her eyes glacial. I was a little worried that Charlotte would eventually piece the puzzle together and realise that her friend was jealous of me.

Charlotte was the sort of person who had no respect for your personal space. She liked to touch me randomly, far too much for my comfort.

We were talking when she leaned in and placed her hand on my leg, just above my knee. I was wearing jeans so it wasn't too invasive. I tried to shift her hand but she caught mine and held it firmly.

"Just go out with me, once." Charlotte murmured. "You might enjoy yourself."

I was about to turn her down, yet again, when I felt Rose's gaze on me.

She glanced our way, trying to appear super casual, but her gaze snapped onto Charlotte's hand.

An unexpected curl of arousal gripped me as I saw how jealous she really was. Memories of her reaction the last time flooded my mind.

"Izzy?" Charlotte pressed me, taking my hesitance as a change of heart.

"I can't." I told her at last, firmly removing my hand and hers. "I'm seeing somebody and it's important. I'm not available for any kind of date. But thank you for thinking of me."

Charlotte smirked at me. "I'm not sure if I believe you."

"It's true." Rosalie cut in, rising to her feet and coming towards us. "Izzy, can you help me get the starters on the table?"

I nodded and got up as fast as I could, eager to get away from the persistent Charlotte.

I was alive with sexual energy after Rosalie's show of jealousy and I had an idea. As soon as we were through the doors I took her hand and tugged her along with me to the utility room where the washing machine stood.

"Izzy…where are you taking me?" She hissed, clearly a little narky with me.

I pulled her into the small room which was semi dark and shut the door.

"I need to do something." I said, gripping her face and pulling in towards me.

I kissed her demandingly, tasting her mouth deeply. My tongue stroked along hers lightly and she shuddered against me, her hands in my hair at once.

I pushed her backwards until her ass hit the washing machine. My eager hands were under her skirt in seconds. I lifted her easily and pushed her skirt up to her waist as I placed her onto the machine. Rose whimper-moaned as I fell to my knees between her spread thighs. I pushed her tiny black thong to the side and her body arched, as if by its own violation, into my mouth.

She tasted so fucking good. I hummed as I licked her already slick flesh. Rose's hands were in my hair, tugging me closer. I found her turgid nub and laved it with my tongue as I let my fingers slide home, into her delicious velvet warmth.

I ate her out while my own pussy pulsed with need. I worshipped her, on my knees. I watched her face as I sucked and licked her into oblivion. It was a sight I'd never get bored of.

She was a goddess.

I felt her orgasm approaching, and I doubled my efforts. With a loud moan she came and I licked up every last drop.

There was a sound coming from the kitchen and we both froze.

"Rose?" It was one of her business associates. They clearly found the kitchen empty and the voice retreated back into the party and we both breathed deeply in relief.

I watched Rosalie straighten her clothing as I leaned against the door.

"You can't be mad at me." I told her at last. "This isn't my fault - if I had a choice I'd be telling the world that you're mine. Just remember that."

Rose hesitated, "I know. I'm not mad with you, more with the situation."

She came to me, lifting my face to hers. "Plus I can't bear to see her hands on you. It drives me insane."

I stroked her cheek and then her lower lip. I love you." I told her quietly.

I watched the play of emotion on her face, reflected in those gorgeous eyes. A smile tugged at her lips.

"I love you too." She whispered. "Oh God Izzy, you fuck me up so badly. I'm mad around you…I just can't….ugh…" she pulled my mouth to hers and my heart took flight with happiness so intense it was painful.

Rosalie loved me. That was literally all that mattered.