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“So, what happened?” Alice asked, pushing Bette aside to come into the room. “I mean, I saw you two acting all flirty and stuff. Next thing I know,” she turned around, “I get a text from you saying you were leaving.”
The brunette shrugged, “she wanted to make sure I got home safely.”
“But you thought that she would be in this room with you,” Alice cocked her brow at the brunette knowingly.
“Maybe,” Bette muttered before going back over to the desk and sitting down in the chair, “I’m seeing her tomorrow.”
Alice raised her brows, “wow.”
“What?” Bette asked, grabbing another portfolio from the pile.
Alice smiled wide as she raised her brows up and down, “what is happening to you?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Bette said, tossing one of her legs up on the desk.
“The Bette Porter that I know would have smiled and nodded then turned around to head back to the bar to find another woman,” Alice said, sitting down on the made bed. “And considering this bed hasn’t been slept in, I’ll say you just came right up here.”
“I told you earlier that I had files to look over,” Bette said, cocking her brow at the smiling blonde.
“You like her,” Alice said, leaning back against the pillows on the bed. “Like-you really like her.”
Bette bit her lower lip as she stared down at the picture of a painting in her hand, “I can’t.”
“Why? Because we are leaving?” Alice asked, grabbing the remote from the bedside table. “Please, lesbians invented long-distance relationships.”
“But I could never last in one,” Bette pointed out.
“No, because you are a horny bitch and you can’t go like one week without sex,” Alice said, going to the TV guide.
Bette sighed as she leaned back in her chair, tossing the portfolio back on the desk. “There is just something about her. I don’t know, but I’m starting to regret what I said.”
“What did you say?”
Bette looked at the TV, watching the channels change as Alice tried to find a good show to watch. “She said that we should just end it there,” the brunette said as she pointed out the window. “Down there.”