Chapter 8 

 
The sun was shining, the air balmy, a mild breeze blew across the balcony.  A lone saxophonist played soulfully on the street corner below.  They sat across from one another, conversation flowing seamlessly. Tina silently admired the brunette’s flawless mocha complexion, her thick unruly curls brushing her strong shoulders, her exquisite manicured hands, long sure fingers. She wore minimal jewelry; a platinum band on her left thumb, a stainless steel diamond bezel TAG Heuer watch on her right wrist, diamond stud earrings. The first three buttons of her crisp white button down were open, teasing a hint of cleavage. Her sleeves were neatly rolled exposing her strong forearms. Muscular thighs clad in pale gray pinstripe slacks, sexy black peep toe Louboutin’s adorning her feet. She was the epitome of sophistication and sensuality. 

Kit set their drinks down, "Two unsweet ice teas with extra lemon!"

 
Tina chuckled, "your usual?"

"It is" Bette smiled

"I thought I was the only one that ordered unsweet iced tea…"

"…with extra lemon!" Bette winked "I prefer to add my own sweetener"

"As do I…" Tina admitted, ‘interesting’ she thought.

 
Kit returns with their salads, placing the identical plates in front of each of them. 

"Annnd two Shrimp Remoulade’s! Let me know if y’all need anything else…" Kit turned away muttering under her breath "…maybe a cup of coffee and a marriage license?"

Tina looked at the matching plates shaking her head in wonder.

 
"My other usual" Bette chuckled. 

"Really? Well, remoulade is not my usual-usual as of late… only because I can’t find good remoulade outside of Louisiana but… what are the odds?" 

"Seems we have more in common than impeccable taste in art…" 

"Yes, so it seems" Tina grinned coyly. 

"Jouir de!" 

"Merci! Parlez-vous français?" Tina asked

"Un petit peu… I’ve picked it up some in my travels… and as you know, living here, it goes with the territory"

 
"Oui, I’m well aware… My grandparents only spoke French at home… they were determined to carry on the tradition"  Tina said as she tucked into her salad. "Mmmmmm… that is so good!" she moaned.

 
‘Fuck… she just moaned… that has got to be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard…’ Bette smiled broadly into her glass of tea, daring not to make eye contact, she sifted slightly as a series of throbs registered between her thighs. ‘Unraveling… change the subject…’