Urging her to continue “A little…?”

“Intimidating”

“Intimidating?” I repeated.

“Yes. Look, she is my friend. My very best friend, I have known her forever and I just want you her to love you as much as I do”

Did she really just say that? I shook my head at her and smiled “You sure about that?”

“Well not as much  but you see the point I am trying to make, right?”

We shared a moment before we walked in.

The first time I meet her I was attending a showing at MONA in New York. She approached me and my eyes strolled from her striking muscular legs to her spectacular breasts then when I looked into her green eyes my body responded in the most unusual way. Butterflies in the pit stomach, the room spun.

When she told me she was the curator, I knew I had to know more about this woman.

The next day she and I went for coffee, sharing stories and we had another thing in common, they both were only here on business. Her show brought me to NY and we both would be returning home the following day.

The rest was history.

“You ready?”

I nodded, I hadn’t met the best friend yet mainly because she had been away on location and before that it was only early days of our relationship. Tina was hardly ever home, I never asked why but I figured that she was one of those live-out roommates.

I was told Tina had come from a family of money so I figured she could afford to pay rent for a place she never actually live in.

Carly took my hand and opened the door “Tee? You better be home”

“I’m comin’ “ I heard from the hallway

I looked around at the artwork and the decor when I could hear footsteps approaching us

“Hi”  the blonde appeared from a doorway, she was dressed in a blue Jill Sanders suit that fit her perfectly, in all the right place. I didn’t feel guilty for looking, I just would never touch. Tina walked towards me and extended her hand “You must be Bette”