Bette Porter was leaning against a wall at the far end of the gallery, hiding from the art-mongers for a little while, trying to steal a private moment to study the most beautiful woman she had ever encountered in her 28 years of existence. It was more than just her physical beauty that attracted her; there was something in this girls eyes that drew Bette in like a magnet against steel. And oh would she like to be pulled in hard and fast. But there is one little problem., she thought to herself as she watched the eyes that captured her heart a mere hour ago focus their full attention on the handsome man by her side, The girl of my dreams is straight. She admitted this harsh fact to herself, letting out a low chuckle, taking a sip from her wine and shaking her head slightly. What to do Porter, what to do, she asked herself, truly wondering how she was ever going to pull this off.

A few minutes later, Bette was off on her mission, rejoining the throng of guests eager to catch her ear. However, there was only one person she was willing to give it to at this moment, and she made a beeline right to that delicious blonde honey, A.K.A. Ms. Tina Kennard. Bette Porter had come to a decision, leaning against that far away wall, that scared the ***** out of her; but there was no other option. She had to act fast. It was all or nothing. If she had the slightest chance of winning this woman, she would find out for sure right here and now. If Tina was truly all straight, she would know tonight. She felt compelled to take the risk. She knew she had everything to lose if she didn’t. “She’s the one,” Bette repeated to herself as she was helplessly pulled by the force across the room.
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Tina clasped onto Eric’s arm as he talked with some acquaintances who shared his love for art. She stared at him, not really hearing what he was saying, still shaken by the penetrating stare she had received from the gallery owner, Bette Porter, as they were introduced to each other. She was so incredibly beautiful and elegant that she took her breath away, making Tina feel uncomfortable. Just the feel of her hand in hers for that brief second seemed to scorch her to her bones. She felt exposed and raw under Bette’s persistent gaze as the woman’s big brown eyes seemed to pull her into a trance. She was never so mesmerized by anyone in her life and felt both immediate relief and disappointment when Bette had suddenly excused herself to attend to some other patrons. She thought the encounter was all too strange, and surely Bette Porter felt the same oddness, leaving in haste. Tina kept reliving those few minutes over and over again during the past hour, staring at Eric as he rambled on with the others. So lost in her thoughts was Tina that she never heard Eric excuse himself to talk to a colleague on the other side of the gallery, nor did she feel his arm remove itself from her hand, and upon turning her head, she lost her breath once again, as she came tumbling back to the present, watching the sexiest woman in the room stride through the crowd, heading straight towards her. “What could she possibly want with me,” Tina thought to herself, as Bette glowingly smiled at her.