TANGLE OF LEGS, part 9

Evelyn got up from her chair and began pacing back and forth in her office. Clenching her fists, she could feel that there was some kind of emotional arm-wrestling between Lorene and herself, both playing a mental duel of innuendoes from which Evelyn hoped to come out with the winning hand. She had to admit that she was nervous, but also excited in that prelude to what would eventually occur between the two beauties when they finally met face to face.

Trying to focus, the young woman sat back down in front of the screen, and reread Lorene’s message. Between the lines, she could clearly see how the scenario in group 52’s office must have been similar to the one she experienced every day on the 12th floor. She could almost smell in Lorene’s words that the other redhead was already familiar with her, most likely from her office mates, but she was also able to guess the frustration Lorene must be feeling given that she had not hesitated to dive headlong into the clash of double entendre and veiled challenges.

“If only I had known all this before…” Evelyn cursed, recognizing that, for a long time, she had been hurt at the prospect of being in some way less than that faceless unknown woman they talked so much about in her office. The fact that her colleagues sometimes seemed to drool more over Lorene than over her had affected her more than she liked to admit, but knowing now that the beauty of the 52nd floor was suffering the same scorn, with men reminding her every day that she wasn’t the alpha female of the company, made the salt sting less on her own wounds.

Suddenly, everything was reduced to a simplicity that scared and relieved Evelyn at the same time: the resolution of the big problem that undeniably lay between the two of them was exclusively in their hands, and nobody else’s. Starting from the same position, they and only they would decide who had the absolute privilege of being the hottest woman in the Beautycious offices, and no man was invited to that transcendental decision.

Determined to test the other supervisor’s willpower and not to be the first women to give in, Evelyn  reviewed the message again to find a way to force Lorene to come down to her floor and not have to be her who went to the other redhead’s office. But as her lovely green eyes roamed up and down the text, she couldn’t help but let a curse slip from between her thick lips.

“The bitch doesn’t give me many options,” Evelyn grunted, concentrating her attention on one particular challenging sentence. “Personally, if you think you’re capable of,” she recited aloud. “Fucking whore…”

She felt as if two powerful waves were hitting her from opposite directions. On the one hand, she had just promised herself not to be the first to yield by accepting Lorene’s poisoned invitation. But, on the other hand, not showing up at her nemesis’ office could be taken as an act of cowardice. Whatever it was, the other woman clearly had the initiative in her possession, and Evelyn hated her for it.

‘Think, Evelyn, think…’ the attractive woman ruminated, jumping back to her feet. In need of mental strength, she reached for a sheet draped over her latest acquisition for her personal office. With a tug, she uncovered a full-length mirror—believing that spending so much time looking at herself in it made her look too vain, she had covered it up a couple of days ago. Now she didn’t care, so she looked at the reflection of her formidable legs and let her pride swell with that sensual display of strength and femininity.

“That’s why I bought it,” Evelyn said to herself with a proud whisper. “To remind me that, no matter how much I hear about her long legs, mine are still the best.” The red-haired beauty then licked her lips. “And now, Evelyn, think…”

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