TANGLE OF LEGS, part 8

Lorene’s fingers twitched uneasily over the keyboard, nervously hovering over the keys. She was anxious to respond to the other woman with words she would never forget, to reply by sending the direct link request that would connect the two beauties in an unmediated conversation. What would come next seemed shrouded in an obscuring haze, but Lorene was more than willing to lose herself in it if it would bring her any closer to Evelyn and her renowned legs.

I’m not a coward like you, Evelyn. I’ll tell you absolutely everything I think of you, the tall woman thought with anger but, even so, she didn’t type anything, she didn’t send anything. Her lovely green eyes moved again and again through the message, analyzing every word, every space, every possible double meaning in it. It was only then that she realized something so obvious that she didn’t understand how she had missed it…

“She have heard about me!” Lorene muttered to herself, the excitement barely contained in her voice “A lot about me!”

That completely changed the game. Suddenly, the mysterious beauty seemed earthier, closer to a common woman that an all-powerful goddess. Beyond her words, Lorene could sense a feeling she knew well.

“I am as obsessed with her as she is with me?” she mused. “Is it possible, have we suffered the same situations in our offices? Am I as famous in hers as she is here?”

Lorene could hardly believe it, but the potential of that discovery was boundless. Her fingers still didn’t move, and in front of her the direct link option flashed on the screen like a suggestive forbidden fruit. She had to press only one key, just one…

Taking air, the queen bee of the 52nd floor moved her hands away from the keyboard, far from temptation. She knew that both would eventually be linked that way, sooner rather than later, but she wouldn’t be the one who would yield.

“You will be who invites me,” Lorene growled softly. “You will be who begs me to accept your invitation to connection.”

Only then, with her mind calm and her plan mapped out, did she begin typing…

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Evelyn’s beautiful green eyes were wide with surprise; her mouth, not to be outdone, too. She could hardly believe what she was reading on her computer screen.

<Hi again, Evelyn. We’re glad you have the calendars we need. Unfortunately, some more important company projects are keeping me busy right now. Would you be kind enough to bring them to the floor 52? Personally, if you think you’re capable of. In my office there are many people looking forward to meeting you once and for all, most especially me. By the way, I agree that a direct link between our computers would facilitate any problem that we have to solve, regardless of its nature. So, when you feel ready, don’t hesitate to send me a link request. A sincere hug to you too.>

For a few seconds, Evelyn visualized the monitor thrown out of the office window. For five weeks, she had hated that elusive woman, but now she knew she had every reason to.

“Fucking cocky whore,” she spat between clenched teeth. Without remorse, she felt good exhaling her hatred and jealousy—at last she felt free. “We both can play the same game, Lorene,” she ruminated. After losing so much time wishing to find where was hiding that redhead beauty which she had heard so much, now at last she had located her. But, incredibly, she was doing just the opposite of what she had longed for. “You’re going to be the one to come here. You’ll be the one to send me the invitation.”

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