"Alright, Tina," William agreed, begrudgingly.  "Just text me when you think we can resume.  No matter what time tonight ok? We’ll be going over some issues affecting the summer releases with marketing people anyway."

After checking in on Angelica, they waved to Christy, then hurriedly rushed out to board the car Marissa had sent over to get them.  The snow storm had blocked off some parking spaces in front of their building, so the driver had circled the block several times already, while waiting.

Bette thought that Tina looked fresh as a daisy anyway, as she returned Tina’s stare, despite not having had a chance to freshen up.  Bette smiled at the usual effortless sexy look of the blonde: flawless make-up, layered, longish sexy haircut, form-fitting black suit, with a tempting, come-hither slit on the side, Jimmy Choo heels, stylish clutch bag pinned on one side, while she casually carried her winter coat on the other arm.

 

"What?!," the blonde asked, as Bette continued to eye her up and down also.

 

"You are sex-on-a-stick hot, baby," Bette whispered, pulling Tina closer and leaning over slightly to give her a kiss.

 

Tina laughed lightly, as she moaned into Bette’s mouth, "And you are, of course, just plain-looking, as usual."

 

Bette returned her wife’s laugh, then moved her lips down from Tina’s, leaving a trail of soft kisses down the delicious neck Tina offered as the blonde drew her head back while arching slightly into Bette.

 

They drew apart just as the elevator opened smoothly with a swoosh.

 

Looking at each other, they exchanged a quick kiss, then stepped into the entrance. Not what they expected, they each thought as they looked around. They took a couple of steps further into the expansive entrance, taking in the surprisingly casual and comfortable interiors that they could see thus far of the apartment.

 

"Hi there," they heard a voice call out to them, from somewhere to their right, where a long wood-paneled hall led to a series of rooms.  They looked in the direction of where the voice had come from, and soon saw a tall, lean, and striking Asian-looking woman with high cheekbones and expressive dark almond-shaped eyes striding gracefully towards them.  It looked like she’d just finished a work-out, with her jet black hair, cut in a stylish asymmetrical look, matted down with sweat, and her sport bra darkened with moisture.  She was also clad in hip-hugging shorts, and little else.  She waved at them, carrying a pair of boxing gloves in one hand, and a sport bottle in the other.