- 21 Oct 2019, 22:02
Madeline Blythe wasn’t stupid, and any one who mistook her quiet, timid demeanour as such was going to find out the hard way. Caterina however had never assumed that the English woman was anything but brilliant and she had known right from the start that lying to her was sure-fire way to lose her forever. So Caterina didn’t even hesitate to confirm the woman’s suspicions with a steady nod. Hearing Harriet’s admission however made her shift slightly in her seat. She hadn’t meant to lead the woman on, Caterina truly had enjoyed their night together, and denying her advance over the last few days wasn’t meant to be taken as pure rejection, but she realized as she turned to look at the blonde, that that’s what she had done.
“I didn’t feel bad for you,” Harriet said, wanting ease the blondes worries but also wanting to make sure Madeline stayed involved and engaged. If the brunette felt even the slightest bit vulnerable she would bolt and neither she nor Harrier wanted that.
Turning back to be brunette, she held out her hand and beckoned her over, “Come,” She said lowly, waiting until Madeline began to move before she redirected her attention back to Harriet.
Feeling Madeline hesitantly slid her hand into her hand, she smiled, “I am sorry that my reluctance seemed like rejection, but Harriet, you must know. I find you incredibly alluring and I enjoyed our night together but-“ She looked quickly at Madeline who had retaken her seat and was watching them both. “It would be incredibly selfish of me to have you and Madeline, don’t you think?”