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    Episode 601

    “Tina Kennard speaking,” Tina answered her office phone on the first ring.

    “Hello Ms. Kennard,” Bette’s voice came through the receiver. “It’s Bette Porter calling. I understand you wanted to speak with me?”

    Tina leaned back in her leather office chair with a smile.

    “I actually thought we might be able to talk in person,” Tina said in reply. “I wanted to discuss your script.”

    “I happen to be in the neighborhood and thought I could stop by if that’s convenient for you.”

    Tina was taken aback at this revelation.

    “I thought you usually worked during the day?” Tina collected herself to ask the question.

    “I had an important errand to run, so I took the afternoon off,” Bette replied. “Do you have some time available to see me?”

    “Just so happens I had a meeting cancelled at the last minute,” Tina said. “Someone I’d never heard of managed to book an hour and a half of my time this afternoon and my assistant just informed me the meeting is off.”

    “I’ll take that cancellation as a good sign,” Bette replied. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

    Tina managed to focus for the next 20 minutes, and reviewed budgets for two upcoming projects, redlining questions she had for the accounting staff. Before she realized how much time had passed, there was a knock at the door.

    She stood, smoothed her skirt down and walked to open the mahogany door.

    Bette stood in the doorway, her hair pulled back in a single braided ponytail. She wore a fitted t-shirt under a casual blazer, and her dark slacks outlined every curve of her ass. If she hadn’t been holding a $600 leather briefcase, she would have looked like a college student.

    “I’m glad you were able to come,” Tina widened the opening of the door to invite her inside.

    She closed the door and surreptitiously locked it.

    “I can take your jacket,” Tina offered, reaching her hand out. “I’ve been able to keep the windows open so far this spring. I avoid using air conditioning when I can.”
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    Comments

    1. Very nice. I like the role playing, but I had the feeling that Bette wouldn’t able to continue because she wanted her afternoon delights. The for the story.

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