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“What is it Babe?”
Bette turned to face Tina.
“Tee… I … well, I… I may have done something you won’t like” she stammered, her hand on the doorknob as she tried to read Tina’s expression.
Tina was looking at her calmly, waiting for her to come over to the couch, unaware of the decision Bette had made without her that lay in the envelope from the law firm.
Bette moved slowly back to the living room, then sat on the coffee table next to her wife, her fingers nervously moving over the manila envelope, turning it over and over for no other reason than that it was something she could do that did not involve looking at Tina.
“Don’t be angry, Tee…” she said softly, worriedly looking at the envelope in her hands.
“After this morning, that is quite impossible my Dear. Hand it over, let me see. C’mon Bette it won’t bite…”
Bette reluctantly handed the envelope over, her heart in her throat.
Tina glanced at her curiously, picking up on the way she was sitting, leaning towards Tina with her elbows on her knees and her hands clasped in front of her.
Bette was nervous about something. But damn what a view. Her eyes followed to the slope of her neck as it disappeared and formed the upper swells of her breasts, covered by a white lacy bra.
Bette was still oblivious to Tina’s gaze, now pretending to look at a magazine next to her on the coffee table.
Tina pulled her eyes away from Bette’s cleavage and opened the envelope to remove the documents, taking a minute to read them.
“Oh My God.” She breathed slowly… her eyes darting from the page to Bette and then back to the page in front of her.
She quickly scanned the second and third pages before lowering them to look at Bette who was now sitting upright with her hands together.
“A Cease and Desist letter for the studio? Bette! Why would you do this?? My God…” Tina sat up abruptly, grimacing painfully as her knee protested the sudden movement, making her drop back to the pillow behind her.