The angel stirred. I held my breath and prayed for her not to wake up just yet. I needed to prolong this moment, soak up every last minute I could in the presence of this beautiful being before she woke and possibly shattered this happiness and sense of enormous well-being I had felt since she fell into my arms the night before. I could not bear to think about feeling like I the last couple of weeks since this angel named Tina had entered my life and stole my heart, then promptly disappeared with it. ‘Please let me keep you, don’t run away,’ I begged the angel silently, not wanting to take my eyes off her for a second in case she vanished or I woke from a cruel but amazing dream.

Tina Kennard had shaken my world to the core from the moment she had walked into my office just over two weeks ago. She had come looking for James, my assistant and an old friend of Tina’s sister, but had missed him by a day as he had took off for a vacation with friends. Not wanting to let this beautiful woman leave my office as soon as she had entered it without trying to show her I was attracted to her in a BIG way, I promptly forgot how to converse with adults and tripped over or fluffed almost every utterance for about fifteen minutes in an effort to show her what a good conversationalist I was and how completely charming I could be. It didn’t really work as well as I’d hoped. She flat turned me down for a date but then backtracked and explained that dating a woman would be a totally new experience for her and she needed to think. Well that was good enough for me and I was able to give her my number, telling her to call me once she’d had time to think and if she felt comfortable about having a date with me.

The hours passed which looking back, was a pretty ambitious hope…it takes me at least half a day to decide how to avoid cooking for myself in the evening. But the hours soon turned into a full day, then two, four, a week. My heart was so heavy and I growled at everyone who rang me who was not her. ‘Why are you doing this to yourself Bette? Get over her and get some hot action down at The Planet tonight’ Just as I was resigning myself to the fact that I may have to climb back up onto my throne and wait it out until the next ‘Miss you’re the only one for me’ arrived in my life, I heard something