Previously:

She watched as Alice briskly made her way out of the office, probably in fear of being reprimanded for her very unbecoming behavior. Bette closed the door behind her and leaned her back against the wood’s smooth, light grained surface. ‘I have to get back to typing that draft.’ she thought, silently counting every hour, minute, and second she was left with before she could finally see Tina again.
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The sun was going down when Bette entered her house. Work was finally over in what seemed like a flash, considering the little talk she had with Alice, Bette couldn’t help but commend herself for escaping unscathed. She took off her sunglasses and placed them inside her bag. She tossed her purse over the counter, causing a little thud when she saw the red light emanating from her answering machine. Bette strode in the direction the machine’s blinking light, pressing the button, which in turn caused a series of messages to flood through its speaker:

The first one came from her sister Kit:

“Hey Girl how’s it goin’? I was just wondering if you could make it to my show next week… Call me…”

Then another message came on:

“Hi. It’s me Alice… Just want you to know that I won’t be in town for the next couple of days. The magazine is sending me off to do some stupid puff-piece on this hot new Tennis pro What was her name again? Dana something Anyway I’ll call you when I get back, that’s if you ever come up for air hehe Later”

Bette was just scoffing at Alice’s suggestive remark when Tina’s voice drew on:

“Hey it’s me… I’m sorry I forgot to tell you where we’re going tonight…”

Bette smiled as she realized that like Tina, the thought completely slipped her mind as well.

“It’s at this place, you know… the one I told you about yesterday, we passed it on our way back?”

Bette nodded although she was perfectly aware that Tina wasn’t there to see. The description was vague but she knew exactly where it was.

The message continued with Tina saying: “Okay… so I’ll see you there at around 7… Get back to me if you have any trouble… I can’t wait to see you.”

The last lines caused Bette’s grin to grow even wider. ‘I can’t wait to see you…’ she thought, playing Tina’s last words over and over again inside her head…
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It must’ve been Tina’s lucky day for her boss had let her get off of work a couple of hours too early. Not surprisingly though, less than a few minutes after she parked her car by the apartment, the busy clattering of clothes’ hangers could be heard banging against one another in the closet upstairs, as an array of diverse and very stylish clothes were laid out across the bed, with a slightly nervous Tina trying to find the perfect thing to wear for that night. If only Bette were there to observe the fair-skinned beauty, what a sight she would have come to behold. Indeed the lovely gallery owner would have been graced with quite the stunning picture, seeing Tina there one could freely assume that this view was certainly meant to disarm the senses… only in this case that was a good thing, for whether she meant to or not Tina was just that: simple yet jaw-dropping. She was wearing a ***** pair of low-ridding, denim jeans and her favorite cotton top, with the letters of her beloved alma mater printed across the very front in big white faded letters. Her flaxen colored hair was loosely kept in a twist, letting a few golden strands escape its bondage and allowing them to fall across the blonde’s smooth and slightly freckled skin. She was in the middle of trying to huff a pesky lock of hair away from her forehead when she finally gave up and continued to scour the remaining contents of her wardrobe…

Until:

“Gotcha.” Tina said as she finally found what she was looking for. She held up the “killer outfit” as she had come to lovingly refer to it, in plain view. Earning its name for it had never failed her before, but was it good enough for Bette?

‘I guess we’ll see…”

Tina shed her clothes in lightning fast speed, when suddenly her thoughts drifted to the sultry doe-eyed vision that was Bette Porter. Tina couldn’t help but wonder what Bette’s touch would feel like, or what kind of experience it would be if Bette were there to peel off the easy-going clothes she had on, inching them away with her fingers, tugging the soft fabric away from her body and replacing them with the feel of the brunette’s luscious mocha skin. Tina closed her eyes. Of course this was something she thought about before, in fact she had been fantasizing about Bette way before she ever thought there was any remote possibility that they could ever get together. But being around the lovely tanned beauty changed all that. Her vibrant charm, her ease, her confidence… well after a certain amount of time it kind of became evident that Tina’s fondness for her would just grow and grow… However tonight it was all different for Tina Kennard because she knew in the back of her mind that there was a slight possibility of that yearning she had been feeling for so long to become a part of her reality soon. There was something about Bette… something she wanted… needed… craved…

Tina knew what she was feeling wasn’t exactly lust although part of her admitted that in more occasions than she’d care to mention, she felt like just taking Bette into her arms and just blowing her mind away. No… it was more than that… It had to be… Tina shook her head and opened her eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror… she decidedly took off the tiny clasp she had in her hair, causing her golden curls to tumble and drop all the way to her shoulders, every wave seemed to be in some form of agreement as they flawlessly framed Tina’s slightly flushed face. She looked out the window taking in what was happening around her. It wasn’t long until she noticed that it was getting dark outside and thereafter she decided that she had to get a move on if she didn’t want to be late.
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Later:

As soon as Bette heard the sound of tires slowly crunching with the gravel underneath she hurriedly decided to park the car and took the keys out of the ignition long before the vehicle had time to adjust. She checked her reflection one last time, making sure everything was in place before got out of her finely crafted automobile and scurried her way into the restaurant.

TBC (soon hopefully)