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    Working Late

    "I know it’s early there and I know you got out of bed especially to have this conversation," she sat up in her chair, her hand creeping up over the desk to rest by the telephone once more.  "It’s very late here and I’m certainly not going to find a resolution tonight."  She nodded tightly as he gave his final verdict on the predicament and cut in again before he really had a chance to wind up to another verbal assault.

    "I promise you, Carlton," she heard the familiar note of confidence enter her voice and took some solace from it, even if it was a pretence, "we will resolve this issue, but I can’t do anything about it now. I can only guarantee you that you will the first person I call when I know something."  She nodded again as he registered his disappointment and, not for the first time, his anger with the CAC.

    Bette’s finger inched forwards, hovering once again over the disconnect button on her telephone.  "Yes," she nodded at Carltons parting shot, "I’ll pass your message onto the Board of Directors."  Finally, and not without some little relief, she pressed her finger down onto the telephone keypad and cut the call, leaving her head buzzing in the following silence.

    Sighing deeply, she leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes and pulling the headset free from her black curls.  Fatigue flooding her senses, she realized that she had been tense for almost the entire call; her shoulders and neck began a prickling ache that throbbed down her spine and etched lines of discomfort into her face.  Throwing the headset in the general direction of her desk, she let out a groan and shook her head.

    "And ***** you too," she murmured, her voice sounding very loud in the quiet of her office.

    "Is that an offer?"

    Bette’s eyes snapped open in shock as she stared towards the open door of her office.  Her expression melted into one of delighted surprise as she observed the familiar figure of her lover shadowed by the semi-darkness of the corridor outside.

    Stepping through the doorway, Tinas eyebrows rose as she looked at Bette.  She couldn’t fail to see the hint of dark shadows under the other woman’s eyes, threatening to leave a lingering reminder of her job on the normally flawless complexion.  A part of her resented how late Bette had to work, while the other, more rational part of her understood only too well how demanding positions of power and responsibility could be.  She hadn’t told Bette, but she’d stayed late at work herself tonight, knowing that her lover wouldn’t be home before she was.  Bette sometimes had an old-fashioned sense of posturing that bled through her educated exterior.  It was no secret between them that she wished Tina could, as she succinctly put it, be like other wives.  Although she never pressured Tina, Bette’s desire to have a wife and family that resembled her own upbringing had already begun to be a bone of contention between them.  On the nights when Tina had returned home after her lover, she had found Bette somewhat less than sympathetic to her career, however much Bette enjoyed bragging to their friends about the power Tina wielded in her work life.

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    1. Here’s the deal.. I am totally in awe of this masterpiece and naming my first born after you is not enough. I am giving him/her to you as a present:) I do not know what else to say except that every word you wrote was titilating. I want to quote my favorite part but then I would have to cut and paste the whole thing. I mean, I am floored, thudded, splayed, spooned..OMG… I knew I was in for a great ride with ” Is that an offer?”.. Gaymo, I know that I have professed my love for you many times last night, but hot damn, I love you! (Nek, be quiet:)). I cannot stop rambling. I hate IC just because she is not you! Give me some more please..Oh, and ” would you like to be?” was too much for my TiBette loving heart to handle… Yes, I would like to be.. OMG.. I need to go before this comment box kicks me out for sheer stupidity!

    2. so hot! loved every word. your writing is fantastic. i especially loved in the summary, “not for the faint hearted. or those who like organized desks.” lmao. i’m guilty of the last part, which is probably why i don’t do office visits, however, i might bite the bullet! *wink* thanks for writing. :)

    3. Shit. I said I wasn’t ever, ever, ever writing again after your last story. Wasn’t that enough? Now you write this and force me to pledge my undying love to you for your erotic literary skills?

      *sigh* Fine. If you insist. :D

      Delicious story. And definitely easier on the heart than the last one. I completely look forward to another story by you. 5 stars!!!

    4. I’ve never read any of your stories before, but something about this one caught my attention. Can’t say I was disappointed at all. It actually reminds me of something I did years ago, but it was still light outside. ALL doors were locked though (wearing huge grin)! Great chapter…keep writing.

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