As soon as David had gone, Vince turned his back to the room, his usual willingness to witness women in the throws of passion suddenly escaping him. “It’s me.” He said bashfully, “Me being Vince.” He added. From behind a trolley Tara’s head appeared, her cheeks flushed and a wicked grin twinkling in her smoky blue eyes. Moments later, the red-head sat up next to her, her hair all over the place and fresh beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

“What are you doing?” Willowasked him accusingly, her current location all but forgotten. “I could ask you the exact same question.” He said waggling his eyebrows and making her blush. Tara’s look asked him the same question. “I had to get towels.” He said defensively. Tara raised an eyebrow, “And you chose now to get them?” she said incredulously.

 “Well, Mandy was coming to get them about 15 minutes ago, but I didn’t think you’d want the interruption. Then David was coming….” His choice of words putting a twinkle in his eye and an evil grin on his face, “Well, about the same time you were!” he finished smugly.

Willow and Tara looked at each other, their cheeks burning before they erupted into giggles. Vince picked up a small hand towel and threw it playfully at the two women, who by now had tears running down their cheeks. “Hey!!” Willow said between inhalations and threw the towel back at him, revealing a little more to the man in front of her than she had planned. “Ooooh, nipple!!” he grinned, causing a second wave of deep crimson to darken her cheeks further.

Tara pulled herself out from behind the cart and pushed Vince out of the doors. “Go, deliver the dinners orders before we get fired!” she said, “I’ll do towels.” Immediately she regretted her choice of words and dropped her eyes. Vince grinned at her once again, catching her arm as she ushered him further into the corridor. “You’re happy?” he asked seriously, he knew it was a ridiculously obvious question and Tara grinned, everything about her buzzing with radiance. “I am.” She told him simple before ducking back into the room and closing the door behind her.

Willow was rummaging around, trying to reorganise her clothes and finding it difficult as her hands were still shaking.Tarasmiled a lopsided and sexy smile. The powerful business woman in front of her was pouting at the poppers on her shirt like a five year old trying to tie shoe laces for the first time. “Need a hand?” she asked, trying to contain the arousal in her voice. Willow looked up at her and shook her head before resuming her battle of the buttons. Tara laughed and crossed to her, taking her hands in her own and kissing the shaking fingers one by one.  “That’s not gonna help with the getting dressed.” Willow said breathlessly.