Bette smiled at Tina, and then gently, regretfully, pulled the lapels of the blonde’s robe close. She pulled Tina closer, arms wrapped around the blonde’s waist. 

Tina looked down at her robe, now chastely closed, belt tightened.  She glanced at Bette, teasing, "Hmm…you take your pleasure with me.  Then….no longer interested?"  

Bette smirked. "Luke and Bromwell are dropping in, remember?"

"That’s today?  This morning?" Tina slapped her forehead as Bette nodded her head. 

"And we’ve got about 20 minutes…" Bette was saying, laughing as Tina jumped off and began to hurriedly clear the table, finding her strength from somewhere, when just a minute ago the blonde had been slumped against her, relaxed after climaxing.

"Leave those, T.  Why don’t we head upstairs, shower, and change first?"

"We can clear those later."

Tina brought some of the dishes over to the sink, laughed slightly also. "Yeah, you’re right.  They’ve been able to see most of the house already anyway." 

She took Bette’s outstretched hand, kissing it fondly as they walked quickly to the staircase. 

Twenty minutes later, they heard the computerized voice announce someone was at the front door of the mansion.

Bette tapped the control panel next to the large mirror mounted onto the wall on one end of their master bathroom.

"Luke?"

"No, it’s Bromwell."

"Oh, hi Bromwell.  Just head in, and press D in the elevator. See you in a bit!" 

She tapped the app for their front door to electronically unlock it, and push it slightly ajar.

Bette hurried to the staircase, calling out to Tina, "T, they’re here, so I’ll just go down and see them in. You can join us when you’re ready, baby."

She heard a muffled assent, as Tina pulled on her sweater.

Bromwell was crossing the threshold as she stepped into the broad vestibule. "Good morning!," she greeted him enthusiastically. Bromwell smiled at her, and kissed her warmly on both cheeks, accepting the hug she offered.

"Brrrr… must be cold outside," as she released him.  His coat was peppered with a few frozen drops.  He stepped back, apologetic, as he took off his coat, "Sorry, I should have removed my coat first!" 

Bette was shaking her head, as if to tell him it was alright. She took his coat from him, and walked over to the coat closet to his right to hang it.