Bette avoided Simone for several days. She felt rather embarrassed about her drunken pass on the girl. What was she thinking? Just because the girl was an artist and hung out with other artists didnt mean she was *****. Like to like is not always the case. Bette keep their conversations to a minimum. But, she knew at some point she would have to face the girl. Not to mention Randle. He was starting to get on her nerves. Because Simone wasnt around he felt it was his opportunity to pursued Bette into, at least, a dinner date with him. So recently shed been spending most of her time working the layout of the gallery with Toni.

Toni was brilliant. It seemed like she could do it all. Bette admired this confidence and talent. Plus they were worked well together.

Toni and Bette stood in the main gallery looking over some plan idea that Toni had laid out for the second floor gallery.

I think the small stage for the live performance should be in front of the windows. This way the artist has the city skyline for a backdrop. The video installations should be to the back so the sunlight has minimal effect maybe even build some barriers of some sort.
Toni leaned over excitedly.

Totally, I put some standing canvas type barrier. This way all four walls could be used.

Simone watched Toni and Bette from the entrance. Simone taking it in she enters the gallery.

She approaches the two without hesitation, takes Bettes hand and leads her to her office in the back. Shocked, Toni just stands watching.

Simone closes the door to Bettes office, shoves Bette against the door, and lays into her kissing Bette angrily and feverishly; not holding herself back. Bette pushes her away looks into Simones lustful gaze then pulls Simone back into their feverish kiss. Hands groping, touching, gliding of each others bodies. Simone runs her hands through Bette hair pulling it back to expose her neck.

Knock at the door.

Tonis curiousity relieves her momentary comatose, Bette are you alright?

Breathlessly. Fine.

The door jam shakes.

Simone doesnt stop her assault on Bette taking her into a heated kiss again, entangling and pressing Bettes body to hers.

Bette?

Bette pulls back enough to breathe out. Im fine.

Toni stares at the door for a moment then shrug and walks away.

Inside, Simone and Bette stare at each other till footsteps are heard reseeding and they are on each other again. Their passion culminates over to Bettes sofa, clothing being left in their passing wake. Simone tastes every part of Bette lustfully, intensively, boldly. Bette cant even reciprocate under Simones demanding desire and before Bette realizes it she is reeling into an organism, Simone laping up her nectar. Simone continues till Bette is begs her to stop.

Simone straddles Bette and pulls her up into an embrace kissing her tenderly now.

Bette breathelessly, I need a cigarette.

Simone smiles.

Thats what Ive wanted to do for sometime.

Bette lays her head between Simone *****.

I get the point.

Good. Cause I have to go. I only have a half-hour lunch break.

Simone jumps up, grabs her clothes, and heads for the small half bath. Bette watches in silent satisfaction and awe. The phones rings bringing Bette out of her dazed glow. Bette doesnt answer it. Instead she gets up and dresses while her voicemail takes the call.

Bette knocks lightly on the bathroom door. Do you want to have dinner tonight?

Sure, I get off at 8pm tonight. How about we pick up something and eat in?
How about, I make dinner and make up for my childish behavior?

Simone opens the bathroom door.

Sounds like a plan. Simone pulls Bette into a passionate kiss then pulls away abruptly to leave her taste to linger on Bettes lips as leaves the office, the gallery. Bette watches her exit. Then touches her hand to her lips.

Toni walks over to the door and laughs at Bettes haze. Looks like a tornado hit you.

A category 5. Ill be out in a minute.

Bette disappears into the bathroom.