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on in the kitchen. Regina pulled Sinclair's chair out for her, then
waited until she sat down.
    "I have a few suggestions, if you don't mind," she murmured near Sinclair's ear.
    Sinclair didn't mind. She'd never been to a place like this
before and welcomed guidance. When the dark-haired waitress appeared, Regina took charge.
    "We'll have the moussaka, dolmas, the stuffed shrimp
with spinach and feta, tiropita, and a bottle of your house
red."
    That was her idea of making a few suggestions? She saw
Sinclair's expression and laughed again. "I know. I'm overbearing, but you'll love it. I promise." Her eyes gleamed. "You
have to try everything."

    When the food came, Sinclair picked over it cautiously,
prodding the dolmas-grape leaves stuffed with rice and
herbs, apparently-and barely tasted the moussaka with its
unpalatable blend of eggplant, ground beef, and zucchini
swimming in a god-awful white sauce. The spanakopita was
good though. Sinclair sipped her wine and watched Regina.
The writer ate her meal in big, voluptuous bites that left her
mouth white with bechamel sauce. Her pink tongue swept
the paleness away in preparation for another bite.
    "Come, taste this." Regina held a dolma perched between
her thumb and index finger. When Sinclair lifted her hand to
take it, she pulled it away and shook her head. "With your
mouth."
    Regina fed her the dolma, waiting patiently while her teeth
bit through the thick concoction of grape leaves and seasoned
rice, the soft pads of her fingers resting against Sinclair's lips
all the while. Sinclair couldn't meet her eyes. She wondered
briefly if she shouldn't be more uncomfortable with this. It
didn't matter. She ate the other half of the dolma in one neat
bite.
    "So the person that I met the other night, was that a man
or a woman?"
    Sinclair almost choked on her wine. "Very funny. Yuen is
very much a man."
    "A very beautiful one."
    "Yes. We've been together for about two years."
    "It's a serious relationship, then?"
    "It's exclusive, if that's what you mean."
    "Up until now." Regina's eyes danced in the candlelight.
She was so sure of herself.
    "Until now." Sinclair released the admission, finally voicing her desire for much more than a friendship with this
woman.
    "Does he please you in bed?" Regina bit into a flaky
spinach pastry, then licked the crumbs from her mouth.
    "Yes. Yes, he does."
     
    "You don't sound so sure."
    "I think you're the one who doesn't want me to be sure.
He does satisfy me in bed. Can we move beyond that, please?"
    "Of course." Regina sipped her wine. A bit of red lingered
on her mouth. She caught Sinclair's gaze and smiled. "Curious?"
    Sinclair knew that she would be lying if she said no.
Instead of replying she bit into her dolma and chewed as if
that would save her from answering. Regina stood up over
the low candles and leaned in to kiss her. Sinclair stopped
chewing. Regina's lips pressed harder into hers, then softened. She licked Sinclair's mouth, bit the plump softness of
her lips until the other woman sighed and opened her mouth
for more. Sinclair's body began a slow melt, heating until
every bit of moisture in her body was pooled between her
thighs. Her fingers slid into Regina's hair to pull the woman
closer. When Regina drew back, Sinclair's dolma was in her
mouth. She finished chewing what Sinclair had started and
swallowed.
    "Does that satisfy any of your curiosity?"
    When the check came, Regina took it before Sinclair
could. As the waitress leaned over to pick up the bill and its
generous tip, Regina smiled over the flickering candles, her
eyes lazy with seduction.
    "Come home with me."
    Those simple words ignited a fire between Sinclair's legs.
She couldn't say no. In the elevator to the penthouse apartment, Regina watched her from the other side of the copperand-bronze fitted cage, smiling.
    "I'm not going to touch you now. If I do I won't be able to
stop. Don't want to frighten my