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Tina tiredly pushed her way inside her apartment, barely finding the strength to turn on the lights as exhaustion of her overly long day was finally catching up to her. She spotted the large clock hanging on the far wall and groaned at the late hour, just then realizing that she was only a couple hours shy of being up for 24 hours straight. She grumbled to herself about temperamental actors and their diva costars as she threw her belongings onto a nearby lounge chair. Initially she had been grateful for the distraction, anything to keep her mind off the brunette that came into her life so many weeks ago.
They met at an art gallery while she had been in a relationship no less, the memory causing Tina’s lips to twitch in amusement. Poor Eric and his incessant need to flaunt anything he deemed “his”. He practically begged Tina to attend a showing with him, leading him of course to introduce her to very woman who would take her breath away. Bette Porter.
Tina slowly stripped out of her clothes as she made her way to the bathroom, smiling to herself as she recalled meeting Bette for the first time and the first thought that came to mind at the sight of the gallery owner.
She was unbelievably beautiful.
In her line of work, Tina had seen more than her fair share of attractive people but Bette .. Bette was in another category entirely. Her body was flawless, her athletic build ensuring her power suit hugged her in all the right places. Her short hair framed her gorgeous face perfectly, giving off a sort of boyish charm that Tina found incredibly sexy.
She was beyond confident and knew what she wanted, a fact that became evident the moment their hands shook in greeting. Bette’s eyes slowly ate up every bit of Tina’s body before locking gazes with the blonde, completely unfazed by the fact that she practically eye-fucked the woman before her.
And when she smiled .. Tina knew she was in trouble.
Tina bit her lip as her mind drifted to the day of their first kiss, her hands absent mindedly turning the knobs on the shower to set the perfect temperature before stepping inside the stall.