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“Um” Tina blinked and cleared her throat when she finally came to her senses, shaking her head to ward off the remainder of her surprise. “Sorry, can I get you anything? It’s on the house for putting up with Al and everything”
Emma chuckled and Tina couldn’t help but swoon at the enchanting sound, her eyes acting of their own accord and gazed at the form before her.
Emma London was gorgeous. From her long fiery red hair and her emerald eyes, to her sexy smile and perfect white teeth, the woman was everyone’s hottest fantasy come to life. Her low-cut sleeveless blouse revealed a delectable amount of cleavage and a pair of toned arms that led Tina to believe the rest of her body had to be just as in shape.
She was perfect and Tina fully understood what the world saw in her, Bette included. To feel intimidated was an understatement.
“Oh he’s harmless compared to some of the men I’ve met over the years” Emma waved a dismissive hand in the air, completely tuning Al out from the conversation. Having lost interest, he went back to his drink. “In my line of work, you tend to come across a lot worse”
“Yeah” Tina chuckled awkwardly as if she understood the hazards of such a profession instead of asking what the redhead did for a living as anyone else would have. “I’m sure you’ve figured out ways to deal with it”
“Not even close” Emma chuckled as she slapped a hand on the bar, “Believe me, I’m still learning and it’s even worse when you’re in a relationship. I swear, my girlfriend literally turns green with jealousy”
Tina released an awkward breath of laughter, her heart clenching at the mention of Bette. “You don’t say”
“Yeah” Emma smiled as she sat back in her seat, her hand still resting on the bar. “At first I kind of hated it because those kind of things are out of my control but the way she gets with me once we get home .. that wild, possessive sex ..”
Emma trailed off to daydream about her lust filled nights with Bette, leaving Tina to stand there awkwardly as she smiled though her pain.
After a moment, Emma blinked back to the present and leaned forward with her hand extended toward Tina.