Sighing heavily, Tina realized that her excuse to leave might be her alternative for the evening. She wasn’t tired, so she figured she might as well get some work done. Surely, Bette wouldn’t think to show her face again tonight.

A knock on the door proved her wrong.

"Bette," Tina smirked, trying to carry anger in her voice. "I’m busy."

"Too busy for … drinks?" The confidence in Bette’s voice confused Tina, but the moment she heard the knock, she already knew she would open the door. The curiosity of it all could not be ignored.

"Coming," Tina smiled, satisfied with her evil nature as she remembered her discarded shirt on the chair. When she opened the door, Bette’s eyes dropped to her chest. "I’m not dressed," Tina smirked, only opening the door part way.

"Not a problem," Bette answered, slipping in and unzipping her dress once she was inside. She faced away from Tina and let the dress fall to the floor – only her bra and panties left on. "I can adapt." She crawled up onto the bed before falling back on it and bouncing only momentarily before setting down the small glasses and scotch next to her.

"Jesus," Tina whispered to herself, her latest fantasy revealing itself much more boldly than she had imagined. She could only breathe and stare, watching the tantalizing sight before her.

"So, you drinking to anything in particular, or should I just pour it all over my naked body so you can lick it off?"

"You … are beyond shameless."

"True," Bette teased, moving onto her side and propping her head up as she stared back at Tina. "So."

Shaking her head no, Tina was at a loss for words. Her thoughts were far too surprising.

"Oh, don’t think I’m here to have sex with you," Bette smiled in the way only she could. She picked an imaginary piece of lint off her bra and settled her arm along her side. Seductively. "I’m merely here to have a drink with a colleague." She could feel how wet she was, and it was nearly uncomfortable.

"A colleague, huh?" Tina smiled, assuring that the door was properly secured before walking over to the desk and leaning against it, arms crossed. "I just can’t believe you." She scoffed, bringing her hand up to her forehead. "You’re … so frustrating!"

"That’s one sure thing about women, Tina. They’re frustrating as hell. That’s one pointer on a list of many."

"You think I’ve never slept with a woman before?" Tina asked incredulously.

Bette arched a brow. ‘Full of surprises, this one.’