Tina whimpered as her shirt was lifted gently. The warmness on her skin gradually spread throughout her abdomen and her ribs, approaching the lower brim of her bra. She shivered some, holding harder on Bette’s thick locks. The brunette was distracted to the incredible touch yet her lips kept moving sensually against hers. She could feel the attention, the worship, the caring, concentrated on herself alone from this wonderful girl. At that moment, Tina could give it all to Bette and have nothing to regret. At the moment, she knew that she was in love with Bette.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. The two of them froze in their position and listened.

“Boss, the representative of Gruffuld wants a final price.”

“Ughhh…” Bette growled and lifted herself up from the lithe body underneath. “James.” She twitched her lips murmuring to the blonde girl and gestured that she was to let him in.

Tina quickly sat up from the spacious sofa bed, combed her hair with her fingers and fixed her shirt.

“Come in.”

“You’ve been awfully busy today, didn’t even ask me to bring up your coffee—” James was nagging like his old self as he pushed the door open and he stopped in his track once he stepped into the room. An awkwardly spooky feeling around him, he looked to his side to find Tina sitting there, red faced. “Oh man, they weren’t… were they?” He nervously pondered.

Tina could feel her face burning and her breath uneven. She tried her best to make an effort in pretending she was checking out the portfolios. But as James suspiciously scrutinized the room, she could barely pull it off.

“What are you looking at? Get the damn paper.” Bette glared at the poor man and once he fetched the report, she walked him out of her room. Before she shut the door behind him, she threatened James in low voice. “Good timing, James. Next time call my desk phone first in case I’ll have to kick your ass.”

“Sorry, boss.” James had to suppress his smile. He remembered the first time she warned to kick him but never did. Oh, the good ole’ bluffing. Bette Porter was a bluffer, hard on the outside but truly a softie. And he as hell hoped that the blonde girl knew that, and cherish her for the person she was.