“This hasn’t happened before.”  Bette admitted while a tempered smoldering gaze stayed firmly directed at her companion.

Tina squinted in disbelief then all but scoffed aloud. “I find that hard to believe.” 

She was too attractive.  Too appealing.  Charming without needing to try.  Impossible that this would have been a first.  Bette Porter would just have to walk into a room and many would fawn at her distinctive style, looks and personality.  Simply wilt to the beauty of her smile and sexiness of her person.

Eyes dancing, “It’s true,” the woman just described defended with feeling. 

Tina laughed and Bette’s insides leapt and churned in response.  How she wanted to capture that essence to bring with her everywhere caught her off guard. 

“I never pegged you for a liar,” Tina accused.

“Think what you must,” the art aficionado remarked without breaking her engaged line of sight. 

Feeling the intensity of an adamant look Tina raised her head and almost lost herself in the dark depth of color that met her own gaze.  The outline of Bette’s eyes resembled embers of a once roaring fire waiting to again burst into open flames with even the gentlest flow of air. 

Although she had just taken a generous helping of the brew of choice, Tina’s mouth and throat were parched.  If anyone were to admit having done this for the first time. . .

Losing herself in this woman.  Boldly leading her to the front desk and asking for a room less than nine hours ago.

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“Do you have a preference in floor?” the attendant asked politely as he tapped on the keyboard with practiced ease.

She couldn’t care less.  She needed privacy.  To be behind a solid wall so she could ravage this woman who stole her imagination and triggered an almost uncontrolled arousal. 

“No…not really,” she confirmed throatily. 

They just needed a room.  Now.  “Something … convenient,” Tina instructed.

The brunette whose thumb brushed the back of her hand suggested they drive to her house.  But that would have taken thirty-five minutes or so in addition to the time required to collect their cars.  Driving to her own home would have taken even longer. 

Either option was decidedly much too long.